So, I've gotten a bit behind this week, but here's the Day 24 draft of an ekphrastic poem in response to marginalia from a medieval manuscript:
Dragon Music
give me a lightning-spiked sky
and I scuttle under
demon dreams, wry prophesy
heart's blunder
give me a note, hatchet-shaped
hanging on a wire
I tongue that plea for 'scaped grace
in fiery choirs
oh my scales, spine-thorned
wretch, gold and blue
and thus adorned
is my love for you
