Dragon

Of course you were born in the Year of the Dragon –
I feel a thrill of satisfaction, but also a chill of cold fire.
These things scare me slightly in their perfection. If you
were not a Dragon, who would be? Your generation all
must be, in their way, but you – you are made of flames.

I was convinced as a kid I could breed a dragon one day
from a lizard and a bat. I dreamt of flying on giant ones,
naming them after Norse gods in my head: Freya, Odin.
My friend asked me recently why I was so into dragons,
and I had no answer. There is just something about them.

And that is you, my glowing, soaring human. You are my
hero because you are a genius and honest and hardworking
and yet there is something more to it, which I doubt I will
ever pin down. Your fingers on the guitar are your wings.
In your words the truth flickers. You show me what is real.

 

Elizabeth Gibson was announced as a New North Poet at the 2017 Northern Writers’ Awards. Her writing has appeared in Antiphon, Cake, The Cardiff Review, The Compass, Creative Review, Ink, Sweat & Tears and The Poetry Shed. She edits Foxglove Journal and the Word Life section of Now Then Manchester.

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