Sunday, July 8, 2007

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martyr to mortals--
dragon this shadow
tail through life
my hoard of days

shallow as gold
deep as luster
I scale
even the sky

I am the dark heart
that humans hide
the prize of myth
a piece of sky

the knights approach--
weaned on the virtue
of murder

they don't ask why



[poemtrain]

9 comments:

Ann said...

oooh, cool poem. I loved the imagery.
"the knights approach--weaned on the virtue of murder

they don't ask why"
Excellent.

T.A.Chase said...

Awesome poem, Emily. I can see dragons thinking and feeling this.

Joy Renee said...

i like the play on the multiple meanings of scale. as in climb and in dragon skin? maybe i'm seeing things that aren't there tho. which would be so typical of me. :)

my poem is about the source of inspiration again. yeah, i do seem to have a thing for that theme.

Anne Douglas said...

I like this ... makes me feel bad for the Dragons

julia said...

I love this: "this shadow
tail through life
my hoard of days"

I'm a Dragon in the Chinese calendar, so I feel a strong kinship to them. Really sparse poem, which makes the voice of the dragon narrator so real.

Lisa Andel said...

"the knights approach--
weaned on the virtue
of murder

they don't ask why"

Ann is right, this gives me a chill.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

This is a really strong one, Emily. Wow.

Rashenbo said...

Very nice, it has an excellent pace that skims along the tongue! I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing!

Happy Monday.

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

This stanza gave me gosseybumps - like it muchly:

I am the dark heart
that humans hide
the prize of myth
a piece of sky