From The Womb Of Fire, A Song Of Sacrifice (10)

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The child walked between the fire and the wake
With eyes exposed by lids of psychic shields,
Corridors of flame slithered and snaked
Raging across the blackened desert vale.
Undoing braids of her tightly woven hair
Looking upon the dragon in the fading
Moonlight, stood unafraid singing her song
Carrying past oceans, undiscovered there,
In treacly chords that rode upon the silver air.

A song of sacrifice whose strange melody
Pagan and beautiful with open notes
Both passionate and long, chaste and unsullied
Rising and falling in soft fluent tones
Bleeding emotion primitive and strong.
The dragon's unsettled wings fanned and beat
While the tribes dissipated and moved on
Leaving her standing at the monster's feet
Reeling from the horrid blasts of its melting heat.

Faltering she swooned and fell onto the grain
Vision careening between lucidness and dream
Watching herself burn in unimagined pain
Immersed in a plethora of worlds between,
Where all is flowering, liquid and green.
In this land shadows of the sea would play
Where nakedness of its depth could be seen
And the earth and sky its voice would obey,
While she, within the dragon's embrace quietly lay.

She awoke startled and unsure, open eyes
Viewing land both unfamiliar and fair;
The dragon floating, lingering in the sky
Cleaving sun lit rays in the shadowy air
Drifting between happiness and despair.
Determining if death's sorrowful sleep
Had taken her spirit and brought it here
Walking to a ledge, mountainous and steep,
Viewing her first ocean stretching out from the deep.

Suddenly realizing herself alone,
reliving memories edifying life
trapped within the richness of this unknown
world, devoid of desert heat, devoid of ice,
Warm winds scented with both sweet and pungent spice.
She had thought she would be devoured as prey
feeling vessels of her heart sudden flow
in testament to this immaculate day
climbed down to the cold waters and began to pray.

Blueness purveying blueness that never failed
Beyond the reach of sight, alarming and dread,
Vision mired, dwarfed by its enormous scale
Espousing beauty where each wave is led
Imprinting its essence as porous land is fed.
Rolling, wrought with texture that foamed and gleamed
Circling the sand in wide and narrow streams
Once found, held ever in the minds embrace,
Skies trembling on the surface of its trenchant face.
Wednesday, January 27, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dragon,story,child,primal,sacrifice
From The Womb Of Fire, a series of poems that chronicles the life of Mavros, a black dragon. Definitions (Treacly - excessively sentimental. Trenchant - piercing, penetrating.)
Diane Hine 29 January 2021
Brave child. Trenchant writing indeed and definitely no treacly!
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 January 2021
A one of a kind marvelous poem. Brilliantly crafted with superb imagery. To my Poem List.
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Kostas Lagos 27 January 2021
Another brilliant poem. The expressions, the words, the lines!
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Robert Murray Smith 27 January 2021
Magnificient! Filmed in mind shown to another.
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