Dent De Lion
written by: K.F. Hartless
@hartless_k
The dent de lion lies in wait
on shady side of the bike pass,
a blur of freckles as I pass.
Buried there since Mayflower pact,
soon he will spring forth with floret,
bold, with diuretic effect,
and flash his buttery mane, tail erect.
And by his side, a larger pride
than you or I had earlier spied.
A lion’s tooth won’t be denied,
his pair of most resilient leaves
resembling tiny jagged teeth.
A priest’s crown, stubborn in belief,
until his pappus interlocked
fall from its droopy bract.
The dandelion, doon-head clock,
balding from his bout, reclines his snout
to nap the rest of the year out.
K.F. Hartless (she/her) is a free-spirited fiction writer and word trapeze artist. When she's not juggling her career as a literacy specialist, she's preparing her latest death-defying act on the keys. Recently, she's been published by Horns and Rattles Press, 365tomorrows, Luna Station Quarterly, and Last Girl's Club. Check out her Yard Sale of Thoughts for fresh finds.
Latest posts by K.F. Hartless (see all)
- More Than These - July 15, 2023
- Dent De Lion - April 27, 2023
- Astronomical Dust - November 12, 2022
