Encounter With a Griffin
In the orchard
under the stars,
I have the kind of company
I never had before.
The creature I came here with
appeared to be human,
but my hands feel a scaly back,
and stiff fur pricks my chest.
A hooked beak tears at my mouth
destroying its sweetness.
Lifeless, I am encircled by claws.
I submit
believing I am doomed.
Originally published as "“Sweet seventeen and never been kissed”,
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 84, October 1994, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM84COMP.pdf].
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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