Y Ddraig

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Kingsbrae 15.2
15 June 2017

Y Ddraig

“Here there be dragons!”
The old maps used to say.
A sea-serpent decorated those maps,
a kraken, perhaps, or another monster
drawn from the depths of the unconscious.

In Wales there used to be dragons.
Old massive bones rose to the surface,
long ago, and there were skulls
and other artefacts lurking in the coal seams
that snaked through dark mines.

The fear of dragons is still within us.
We know they can fly in from nowhere,
setting fire to the crops, burning the houses,
killing people in an unequal battle in which
one party can fly while the other
can only run and hide,
or else burn publicly in the open streets,
Guy Fawkes figures in their multiple bonfires,
flaring in those deadly white phosphor flames.

Bonfires and bone-fires:
I have also seen the Cancer Dragon
growing within the human body
and burning the poor patient alive,
from the inside out.

Y Ddraig Coch:
the Red Dragon of Wales:
long may he stay on our flag
and rule the skies from his flagpole.
Those who wish for the dragon’s return
yearn indeed for sadder, madder, darker days.

Comment: Another ‘raw’ poem, but one that I have been thinking about for some time. It was driven from the back to the front of my mind by Carlos’s photo of the dragon in Kingsbrae Gardens. Carlos is my photographer and travels far and wide, taking photos that he then shares with me. I am very grateful to him for this sharing. I usually work my photos on the IMac, but here I am working with a PC that I am only just beginning to understand. There are so many new things happening that it is difficult to keep pace with them all. Oh yes, and this poem is an allegory [a representation of an abstract or spiritual meaning through concrete or material forms; figurative treatment of one subject under the guise of another, definition from dictionary. com], but I am not sure that I know what the hidden meaning actually is.

5 thoughts on “Y Ddraig

  1. I’ll miss you at writer’s group this evening. Bring your thoughts, memories and discoveries with you to the group, upon your return. I’ll try to drop by next week. Chuck

    On Jun 15, 2017 10:50 AM, “rogermoorepoetdotcom” wrote:

    rogermoorepoet posted: ” Y Ddraig “Here be dragons!” The old maps used to say. A sea-serpent decorated those maps, a kraken, perhaps, or another monster drawn from the depths of the unconscious. In Wales there used to be dragons. Old massive bones rose to “

    • It would be great to see you down here, Chuck. I am enjoying St. Andrews and the gardens are wonderful. I have only managed to explore a little bit of them, but they are great. I have friends taking photos, so that I can enjoy them in virtual reality. Have a good one tonight!

  2. I loved this. There are a lot of layers of “dragon” going on in the piece. You travel from the deeply personal, cancer, to the geopolitical, both in things celebrated and destructive. It is a good piece to ponder.

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