The plight of the dragon

There exists form
Pulse-bound cyclical stasis
Constantly forgetting
To exhale the flux
From molten drops of earth
Swallowed whole
Inhaled one-by-one
Choking the ilium
With ashen dread
Scorching the oesophagus
Until the voice is rasped
Welding the heart
To the roof of the mouth
Searing the flesh from
Ancient skeletons.

Cauterises all wounds
– including love.


6 thoughts on “The plight of the dragon

  1. Hmm, I wonder: did the yogis transmute the fire-breathing dragon into the Breath of Fire?


  2. Wonderfully expressive use of language to create such a powerful poem.


  3. Rivera says:

    I did push the “like” button.. but that’s not really enough. There really should be a “WoW..!!” button.
    Hi Robyn.. Hope you are well.. (even in all the “heat”).. πŸ™‚


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