So I wrote this line years ago…but thought it needed to be part of something larger. I’ve worked with it a few times. Created a story but it just didn’t flow, it felt forced. So to embrace the original/organic thought it must stand alone.
All was silent
but for
the eagle’s roar
and the flapping
of lion’s wings.
And the sounds of the mythic top forty
When Gertie the Gryphon sings.
I know in my heart that griffins lived. Your poem was so lovely. Just a few words to express everything. Wonderful.
Oh they did…we probably saw them…just don’t remember them this time 🙂