Monday, September 11, 2006

'Drow Trees" by Keith Harvey

Drow Trees

On the back of a mule, with hounds at heel
-seven in all-he fled the farm and found a fort.

Hidden within its walls, he exchanged draped denim
for lamb’s wool robes and alchemical arts.

Once he scryed a drow pulling rotten teeth,
planting a pine cone with each tooth.

Beneath a larch he turned to stone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a picture!