1 of 3.

Okay, this poem is … perhaps a trifle self-indulgent?  But whatever, it’s for charity.

As you may know, I have a series of short stories (links to which you can find under “Full Bibliography,” above) about Corwyn and Gwen, the Teachout sisters, lady adventuresses for hire.  Corwyn has a tendency, in times of stress when she needs to stand still or hide, to recite poetry to herself.  In my story, “The Drowned Man,” Corwyn recites the longest poem she knows, “The Ride of the Hawk in the Netherworld.”

Being the dork that I am, of course I wrote some of it, in pseudo-Longfellow style.

Hawk and Lark are shapeshifting lovers, kind of Bonnie and Clyde-ish characters, and one day, Death steals Lark.  So of course Hawk goes after them.  That’s a stick-figure me up there, reciting for you.


This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU.  You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signal boost.

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