Chant of the Insect Queen

     And now, here's an insect poem!

     This is based on one I wrote years ago—and can't even find in the archives now—for Scott, the king of the insects, in the Terebinth comic. It's been expanded and rewritten and is now available for your dining and dancing pleasure with a recording at the top of me chanting it in my best insect queen voice.

     Because now it's called "Chant of the Insect Queen" and has been posted to the Silver Blade website. It's a chant royal, of course, because, I mean, insect queen, right?

     As I'm writing this, the piece as posted has a nasty typo in the 1st stanza at the end of the 6th line: it's got a "d" there instead of a comma, and that upsets the rhyme scheme in an unfortunate way. Here's hoping that, by the time you actually read the poems, this problem'll be fixed.

     It's always such an adventure!

     07/26/23 EDIT: The typo's been fixed! All is happy and dancing once again!

     07/26/23 EDIT AN HOUR LATER: And now a reader's told me that the 4th stanza seemed to be a line shorter than the others. I looked at it, and yes, indeed, there's a line missing! So off goes another e-mail to the editors!

     07/27/23 EDIT: Looks like the whole thing is finally there. So add a slice of cake to the happy and dancing from earlier, if you'd be so kind!

                              Mike

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