Griffin’s Win
This Gryphon is made from needle-felted wool. Look for more of my fiber art in the pages of BTC. In a future Muse I’ll explain more about this interesting craft.
Gryphon’s Win
You say I am infested
with lice, with rancor.
Seventy-four battles in good faith;
my scales are too worn
to track you north again.
Flee in exaltation, wild bird.
I cannot lift my head.
The wind huffs sand in my eyes
and douses my fire.
Who will pity a dragon
with rotted scales?
Carry my will north, lion’s pride
shatter your legs on the Arctic ice,
solder your heart with cold.
My fate will be yours.
Kim McDougall
