The Flaming Dragon - Poem by Antonia Williams
There goes the flaming dragon out to sea!
The hand of fire feeds on wooden flesh.
Its smile, carved, remains transfixed with glee;
it knows this month that lives will start afresh.
The dragon’s eyes- they sparkle with delight,
amidst the incensed burden that it bears.
Its head and neck stand proud against the night,
despite the heat it moves yet has no cares.
Shadows stand on the shore watching the boat.
Their thoughts are those of mirth yet too of fear.
As the dragon passed in its flaming coat,
they wonder what will come in the new year.
Whatever comes, the people will remain
aware of the creature they clothed in flame.
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