Facing The Dragons Down

through kingdoms now

as it was then

you tread a certain

inward path

while they line up again

to stare you through

on a very tiresome playground-

or hurl, with no one else around

a mere boulder or two

down the embankment.

don't ask me how

they know it's you with

a birthday message for

your ailing children

done up in maypole ribbons bright

and the fairytale hour-glass

sands on the low-end...

but they could find you

in their sleep

on the margrave's run-down highway-

and creepity creep creep

through the heat-

roiling their chartruese scales-

waving a finny fin-

casting a munching eye on

your last bit of raisin toast

with frosting...

or burping from an office window

just to throw you off-

a murky word in-between

presentations...

do not fear them;

let them rave:

thrashing the marigold window shades

beneath God's diamond and

discerning eye-

you may look swiftly all around

but no one else is there to pound.

they must mean, you.

don't be alarmed;

don't be concerned.

it just that it's your

turnity turn turn

To Be Facing the Dragons Down-

mary angela douglas 23 august 2011