Here Be Dragons

wolfie • 427 followers

Where the rosethorn blood-beads draw,
There remains his whittled claw.
In the forest's ferny green
There his hide hides inbetween.
The many oysters of the sea -
Here his pearly scales be.
As meteors burn brief and die
Behold the winking of his eye
The smoke of leaves,
October's yolk-
These the coils of his smoke.
When freedom's felt,
Or valour's dart -
These the fragments
Of his heart
While mankind does its best to sever
Paths to reach the always/never...
Dragon tears: the oceans tease
Of yearned-for, roguish memories.

Dragons in the daydream, teeming...
Gone but not forgotten
Alive in the public majesty of dreaming
Here be dragons...

#dragons #general #metaphorical #mythical-creatures #poetry

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Aug 17, 2012 at 12:41 AM

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Aug 17, 2012 at 1:22 AM

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Aug 17, 2012 at 10:45 AM

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Aug 17, 2012 at 11:18 AM

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Aug 17, 2012 at 2:23 PM

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Aug 17, 2012 at 2:53 PM

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Aug 18, 2012 at 4:20 PM

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