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Poem: "Testing the Metal" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Testing the Metal"

This is the linkback perk poem for the October 7, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by a question from ellenmillion.  It also fills the "victim" square in my 1-31-14 card for the Origfic Bingo fest.  This poem belongs to the series A Conflagration of Dragons.  Linkers include: janetmiles, DW user Perfectworry, wyld_dandelyon, DW user Dialecticdreamer, mdlbear, DW user Nsfwords

WARNING: This poem contains references to rape, cannibalism, racism, and other disturbing topics.  Think about your tastes before you click through.



"Testing the Metal"


Yrsa is always searching
for a safe source of minerals.
She pokes her nose into cracks
in the mountainside, seeking
a taste of sustenance.

She is small for a dragon,
still young, so she hides from
the elder wyrms when she can.

So far it has kept her
from getting eaten,
although she did not escape
the amorous intentions
of Ingeld, who has yet
to secure a hoard
and attract a real mate.

Now Yrsa has eggs in her belly,
slowly weighing her down
as they grow inside her,
leaching the vital nutrients
from her flesh to sustain themselves.

She is always hungry now,
craving silver and mercury,
nickel and magnesium.
Her scales are dark as tarnish,
sparking bright only at her claws.

Of course she needs meat as well,
pouncing on rabbits and squirrels
and careless young deer,
whatever she can catch.
She scavenges as much as hunts.

The mountains are crawling with refugees,
from whom she overhears that
the coastal city of Shaunaka,
the forest city of Jehuti,
and the grassland city of Demas
have all fallen to powerful dragons.

Most of the refugees are Shu,
their soft gliding wings
wrapped limp around their bodies
as they trudge up the rocky trails
in hope of sanctuary.

There are a few others, though,
Madhusudana with their feathered wings
or Beneberak with curling ramlike horns,
trading on individual alliances
to friends among the Eofor
who rule the mountains.

Yrsa skulks around and behind
the refugees, always watchful
in case they drop something
that she can eat.

Once in a great while,
someone loses a silver coin;
famished, she falls upon it
in eager desperation,
gulping it down whole.

Copper buttons are more common
if less satisfying, and occasionally
she finds bits of tin or lead
from lost tools and weights.

The mountain itself is thick with veins
of rich minerals, and Yrsa is
forever following hints of them,
testing the metal to find out
if it is dense enough to meet her needs.


[To be continued ...]

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wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: October 8th, 2014 02:36 am (UTC) (Link)
I tweeted!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: October 8th, 2014 02:43 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

Your new verse is up.
wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: October 8th, 2014 03:14 am (UTC) (Link)
mdlbear From: mdlbear Date: October 8th, 2014 04:55 am (UTC) (Link)
I also posted in DW, plus twitter and facebook.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: October 8th, 2014 04:58 am (UTC) (Link)

Yes...

We've got your verses up. There are 10 total now. DW user Dialecticdreamer had some distraction today but everything is back on track at this point, so the poem is up on both our blogs.
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