|"Green-Eyed Monster" Ink & Watercolor on Paper|
By J. Artemus Gordon
Charles A. Swanson
I. Elf Bolts
--The Little Green-Eyed Monster
little pinched faced imp. They come,
the boy, the girl. Big-eared, bright-eyed
fairy boy, he waits in shadows,
behind boulders, in untrodden dust
(his bare feet make no prints, he floats,
hovers he does, even without wings).
The boy, the girl, bring play-pretties.
They spread out in innocence
pockets of stones, neckerchiefs
of plucked flowers—birdfoot pansies.
Stones become a minister, a groom,
a bride, a rock-table full of congregants.
Little fairy-elf, much older than his size,
much more groaning in the groins,
though he and the little girl, no
larger than he, can’t ever meet—ever
mate, stamps his foot, puffs
his chest, blows out his breath,
and tosses devious elf-bolts
at the human boy’s breast.