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.
Elizabeth, I have missed your gift with myth, your poems that take my mind to a different reality. This is an exemplar of the genre: superb.
Wonderful mythology, with a fantastic image that complements it. Really appreciate the ending spoken by the dragon. And I think The Dragon Woman’s Chronicles sounds an interesting book title.
Oh Elizabeth .. this truly is a wonderful children’s tale (or anyone’s tale) (including a dragon’s tale) … write on! Delightful! 🙂
Beautiful, Elizabeth. Dragons are as real as anything indeed!
This is a beautiful poem, Elizabeth. And dragons ARE as real as anything. Glad to see you back poeming again on occasion.
As a dragon, myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the mythology of the poem. I never tire of reading things dragon. The picture is a lovely bonus.
Beautiful, all of this is so lovely, it’s difficult to say which piece I enjoyed the most. Lovely.
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I too, have missed your mythlogizing, Elizabeth. The whole piece is perfect.
That’s so beautiful!
Beautiful, Elizabeth. The words…the notes…the picture. Thank you for sharing it with us!
Ah – this is splendid … love things where dragons are going to figure in wise and wonderful ways esp if women also play prominent parts … are you familiar with “Game of Thrones” – the TV series or the books? There be dragons there … nicely done Eliabeth
I have written a dragon poem or two with my students. We have used the “thirteen ways of looking” idea from Wallace Stevens with dragons. This had that same magical quality that held truth in it. I love “ached with ferment”.
wonderful tale. Loved “shimmying
origami of loosely related thoughts.”
This could be read to middle-schoolers to help teach them free-verse poetry. I don’t see it as prose, merely as that freedom from form. Very nice, love the character of the dragon, how the little girl is not frightened because the dragon speaks softy. So far, this is my favorite of the dragon takes on the prompt. Peace, Amy
This is wonderful, Elizabeth. There’s nothing like an “abstract and ethereal” philosphy to feed a poem. I think you have it. I’ve missed your presence at The Whirl a great deal, and am so happy you came back for the anniversary week. My husband is a big fan of dragons…he even sports a dragon tattoo, so this week’s pieces were fun for me. This is one I will share with Len, as he owns a book called, “The Book of Dragons.” Excellent write. And I am serious when I say I have missed you. Your work carries deep glimpses of soul that I relish.