A Troll Who's Burned Its Bridge

I’m the troll who's burned its bridge

and dared to face the elements.

Moonlight shines my ugliness

on water and I see.

Teeth and tusks

with nails too long,

old rags for clothes

and absent shoes.

A nose contorts with

pointed ears as hair

sticks out in droves.

Eyes, such hollow eyes…

I long for sun

to turn me stone.

Or three billygoats to pass

so I can threaten them but really

just have company.