Not all animal brides are doomed. Not all men are greedy or violent or possessive.
I can't rhyme for little green apples. What I can do is scan and make patterns.
Poetry, for me, conveys the essence of narrative rather than its particulars.
What was the good of dreaming of adventure if you turned your back on the first one that came your way?
I think happy, companionate marriages between men and women who respect each other (as far as is consistent with being actual human beings) should be every bit as poetry-worthy as angst, bitterness, and shame.
I love the idea of species fluidity, I guess, the sense of the maiden inherent in the swan or seal, the youth inherent in the bear or deer. After all, human beings are animals.