When trees
still
danced upon the dappled land
when dragons ranged the twilit skies
when woman and man were unconceived
were inconceivable,
then, then
the tree spirits and the dragon souls
swirled in mists of passion embodied.
Borne from their unions
another being of dragon and treekind both
emerged.
Creating a new genealogy,
some of those newly genetically encoded ones
with divergent memory
lay with humans when they became
and another hybrid
not fully tree nor totally dragon
not ever woman nor even man
but with bodies one or the other,
who yet remembered
the calling of the ground beneath them
and to whom the fire entered in.
A body dancing to unfamiliar musics
and singing in mysterious harmonics
of trees and dragons, men and women
part of those preceding them
alive together.
Wow and loving the dragon-tree and can really picture the swirling tree-dragon-kindred emerging :)
Thank you. That is a spectacular tree, a willow on the bank of the Tauton-Brigwater Canal along the more Taunton end. Am sure it looks more hidden with leaves, but I loved the ‘spikes’ on its back.
I am loving the dragon tree too
Thanks, Brigie – it can only be a dragon tree!
Beautiful tree and poem. The tree reminds me of a very large hairy caterpillar!
Thank you for your kind words. It would be a very large hairy caterpillar indeed!!