Dragon
It seemed like such an easy thing.
Red ink.
Swirled and pressed.
Pounded within my flesh.
Marking me. Branding me.
How little did I know.
How could I not see?
A link.
A continuity.
Binding me ever deeper with the forces
That came before me.
Ancestor upon Ancestor.
Realm upon realm.
Taking me in,
Drawing me ever dear.
Speaking to me in tongues
To which my blood alone could respond
So forgotten was the lore.
Now as my body absorbs
Taking in flesh and bone and mettle
Consuming the history.
Breaking me open bit by bit
Stuffing the Mysteries inside
While at the same time
Yanking them out
Forcing me to recognize
The power that flowers
Blooming at all levels
Heart and body and mind
Spirit drenched in the blood
Come from centuries
Wars and kings
Bards and men
Poets and fiefs
Clear eyes and dark browed
The thrumming beat of the Northmen
Cleve my brittle soul
Encouraging me to be more
To leave my past alone
And to take up banner and shield for them
Once more
written by Raven TK
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/
Your poem, Raven, is powerful, strong, and filled with courage. So well done.
Vi
woodnymph
June 28, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Oh, this is strong, arousing, vibrant! Great verb & other word choices! I feel called to an adventure!
Kerry
June 28, 2008 at 3:57 pm
There is real depth in this poem. Beautifully written and charged with vibrant emotion.
Jill
June 29, 2008 at 3:11 pm
thank you
it was written for Y Ddraig Goch and the fact that now he lives in my flesh (tattoo) as a respectful nod to my Ancestory
Raven
July 1, 2008 at 9:01 pm