Irene C S ClarkHogg
Twilight Encounter - Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg
It was that time between day and night,
When all is peaceful, no bird sings,
As I strolled the path beside a lake
I distinctly heard the sound of wings.
No small bird that had left its nest,
No hunting bat or bird of prey.
The sound enthralled me, drew me, called me,
I felt excited in the strangest way.
The setting sun had turned the lake
Into an expanse of molten gold,
And across the water flew a creature,
The strangest sight man could behold.
A vision from beyond the mists of time,
Its wingspan twenty feet or more,
Lower it flew then lower still,
To where I stood upon the shore.
The moonlight glinted on silver talons,
Its multi coloured scales were gleaming,
Two eyes, like gigantic emeralds,
I stared in wonder, was I dreaming?
Strange to say, I felt no fear
When in my mind I heard a voice.
‘May I speak with you, son of Adam? ’
I nodded quickly, I had no choice.
Enthralled, I listened to his great tales
Of wizard’s spells and magic things,
Of giants, elves and unicorns,
Of fairies, knights and kings.
How could I not believe the stories
With him as evidence before my eyes;
But then, when he began to question me,
The subject was a great surprise.
He wanted to know about computers
And the other trappings of modern man,
Of compact discs and surfing the net.
I said, ‘I’ll tell you all that I can.’
I am getting old and not up to date,
But I told him everything I knew,
About my tele, the car, my laptop,
He seemed to enjoy my point of view.
All too soon the new day dawned,
And my new friend flew away.
Who would believe me, if I told the truth?
But I did meet a dragon today.
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