Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Dragon

The sculptor stands like Obelix upon the broken ground,
carving and creating, new forms which are profound,
the crocodile with dragon head and bat wings is defined;
so does the artist bring to birth, that which lives in mind.

Creation's roar is rising higher, belching smoke and fire,
a force which surges  ever on, defeating muck and mire,
a spaceship of imagining, old tractor dragging earth;
Neptune flies like Superman; Greek gods can only curse.

The Goddess waits impatient, a black swan slowly floats,
 a man who can't stop clapping, sits silent in his boat,
and as a chicken clucks and scrapes, a black cat creeps nearby;
a dog with yellow teeth sucks time, to watch a raven fly.

The Mother great and glorious now settles into place,
holds out the cup of ancient life, with orange flowered face,
and then the bluesman strikes a note as playing saxophone,
beside the violinist, each calls our souls back home.

The stories then do gather of Ice Queens and of Kings,
as Hansel kisses Gretel, and truth of love does sing,
as metronome beats steady time against the breast of life
and Ali Baba rubs again, the bottle once described.

Liquor gone, the glass grown old, the contents fully dried,
so does the ego drop to rest when fall comes after pride,
Self must push the wheelbarrow,  harvest of our fears,
find needle in a haystack, to prove the worth of years.

The sculptor stands like Obelix upon the broken ground,
carving and creating, new forms which are profound,
the crocodile with dragon head and bat wings is defined;
imagination rules the day and draws deep every line.


http://dversepoets.com/2014/08/05/poetics-telling-a-story-why-not-go-a-bit-fairy-tale-or-fantasy/



Obelix, a dragon, a crocodile, an old tractor, a bat, a spaceship, Neptune, Superman, a greek god or godess, a chicken, a black swan, a nutcracker, a man who can’t stop clapping, a cup with orange flowers painted on it, a black cat, a dog with yellow teeth, a bluesman playing the saxophone, a violinist, Hänsel&Gretel, the Icequeen, an old liquor bottle, a wheelbarrow, a needle in a haystack, a raven, a blue car, a metronome…

9 comments:

  1. wow roslyn, this may be the best thing i have read by you...you really spun a tight little story and included so many characters without it feeling like they were just piled on...my fav line is self having to push the wheelbarrow.

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  2. an entertaining story with message and the rhyme lends a magic touch...

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  3. Very nice poem, Roslyn! What I enjoyed the most is the rhythm in this piece. The verse "the crocodile with dragon head and bat wings is defined" really spoke to me. It reminded me of the Mexican sculptures named Alebrijes. :)

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  4. You drew a most fascinating scene, Ros.

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  5. Loved the story.. you really managed to weave a coherent one with all of them in flawless blank-verse... and we both put bat-wings on the croc to make a dragon... very well done.

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  6. amazing!! thats exactly how i felt reading all the poems for this prompt today! ! so much imagination running amok!!

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  7. A fine creation here--I didn't even attempt to include more than two of the suggested subjects, but you managed to make something special happen by using all of them! Nicely done.

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  8. A successful blending of diverse subjects into a coherent piece--a difficult challenge well met.

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