Drumbeat in the Woods

Quickly away from the solace of the Temple,
hearing the call of the wild,
the drummer in the woods,
not returning until it was done…

Dragon Breathing Fire

Drumbeat Woods,
dragon breathing fire,
fire breathing dragon,
hard black scales on skin,
dark wood thin —
wild haired, long nailed.

I saw the beast in the woods
and heard the call of the wild.

The Woods breathed with fire –
the fire breathing dragon
roaming on fours,
four square shining star –
fuming into water caverns,
making hot geysers
brimming in pools
of lava and hot springs.

I saw the beast in the woods
and heard the call of the wild.

The trees groaned,
shrubs moaned,
creepers crept,
silence yawned,
the fire burned,
and burned,
crackling, lighting,
cinders to dust,

I saw the beast in the woods
and heard the call of the wild.

It looked at me through
a crack in a trunk,
old, wizened, mirror-like,
twigs for hair,
jagged teeth and
molten eyes aglow.
It was me, do you

Night-mare, I saw my reflection in the
Woods, on hearing the call of the wild.

Or was it?

The fire burned,
crinkling leaves,
burning secret things,
raising fine ash,
the hag et al among the ashes,
amid lightning and white
dead and green.

Green and dead,
the wood lies,
lying in a heap on the ground,
– the body –
breathing, fire, breathing
into water,
breath of dragon living.

Water voluminous
flowing over
waking bodies,
of green seaweed sinews and
shiny shell eyes and hair,
perfect skin,
young again
like a green
dragon shoot, –
in the Woods.

(Wandering back to the Temple
of Solace, in the Murmuring Woods…)

(copyright Imogen Crest 2007.)

(Inspired by:
“Good Grief” by Carol Lee, Fourth Estate Publishing
From the foreward:
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er fraught heart, and bids it break” –
Macbeth, Shakespeare

Peter Gabriel’s “Us” – 1992.)


~ by imogen88 on January 27, 2007.

5 Responses to “Drumbeat in the Woods”

  1. SEED: the complete enchantment

    FITZ Title: in praise of creation’s rebirth

    . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    Shadow Dragon

    ’tis said the Imogen Dragon
    can be but viewed in shadow mirror.
    Yet she is found in dreams
    as well as most simple human form.
    Close your eyes and listen
    for the soft flutter of brilliant wings.
    Feel the pulse of love prayer found real,
    that hold her close to the earth
    to live this day.

    . . . . . . . . . . Bard of Lemuria

  2. Lovely response, Bard of Lemuria 😉

  3. Speechless Moni! This is up there with the best. So strong and powerful! Wow!

  4. Really powerful with a hint of T.S. Eliot and a flicker of fire and splash of water. Powerful!

  5. Thank-you, Ladies.

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