For The Sunday Whirl: wordle #53
The Dragon Coda: from the forward in The Book of Dragons
Even as a child, her heart
had ached with ferment
to understand. In cacophony
of daily life, nothing
was permanent. Her philosophy
(if such it could be called),
had sometimes been referred
to as “abstract”, “ethereal”,
perhaps no more than “shimmying
origami of loosely related thoughts.”
But now, she knew the dragon
was real: exquisite crimson scales
gilded with golden spangling luster,
in certain shafts of sunlight.
Wings of fire that carried
it to wherever it chose: to doors
of knowledge never closed, or shelved
in forgotten rooms for eons.
Her heart rejoiced when, finally,
the dragon spoke in a gentle,
somehow musical voice, giving
her this bit of story:
“Little one,” it said, “we are
the dragons, birthed in time
before time. More ancient
than the earth upon which
you stand. We are one
with The One and we have come
Elizabeth Crawford 4/22/12
Notes: I believe this is far more prose than poem, but when I first saw Brenda’s list of words, this is what immediately began to sing at my inner ear. The words reminded me of something I had started writing years ago and never finished, initially titled The Dragon Woman’s Chronicles. I actually went back into my files and reread some of what I had written, all those years ago. It still tickled my fancy and certainly didn’t deter this writing. However, the word coda was a tad difficult to deal with. Thus it appears in the title, rather than the body of the piece.
The image was found in a children’s coloring book and I was asked to color it for a birthday gift.