Sunday, September 09, 2018

dragon

Imagine one dark night in a medieval English village, a strange, unidentified object hovers in the sky...



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dragon



                   We draw our longbows waiting
                 for the beast to come. But the
               dragon just hangs there in the
             air, above the poplars, exhaling
           fire. Its scales of metal glisten in the last of
         dusk's light, its two fiery eyes
       glowing red with anger and alarm.
     Our horses are nervous, stamping
   their hoofs, the village hounds
   run around in circles, barking.
     The braver of the villagers stand
       watching the rings of smoke and dust
         through the trees, some with swords
           and staffs. The beast seems to be wounded, swaying
             in the air, but soon it steadies
               itself, flies around the village in
                 a wide circle, and climbs back into
                   the clouds. Fear grip our hearts.






We could have caught a dragon today.



written : 02/07/2014
revised : 05/09/2018
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Uriah Heep - Tales





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Sunday, April 17, 2016

journey to the west

Mixing science fiction and Chinese classical novels can result in strange ramblings...




photo by dsnake1




journey to the west


maybe they misread a few parsecs
and the craft landed at roswell
and the natives
were really not too friendly

maybe they have been here
too many times already.
may have taken things too lightly
accidents do happen

think of tunguska

maybe
he was wearing a gas mask
and held a gatling gun
and we in our
medieval
ignorance
and fright
he was
the pig headed general
from
the stars
to the west
oh yes
he had a beer belly too.

maybe.


24/07/2014
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The four great classical novels of Chinese literature : Water Margin, Romance of the Three kingdoms, Journey to the West, Dream of the Red Chamber.






Don’t forget that a king may well have the head of a pig.

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from “Mythology, A Rough Guide” by Mike Ladd


I was inspired by the lines from the above poem (and a rather slow day). This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in mythical ways.



Shared on Poetry Pantry #298 at Poets United.





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