Yesterday
I was a golden dragon
The kiss of grasses brushed my ankles
And then I rose into the sky
Where I cavorted at first
Then drifted
brushing the clouds,
a wondrous lilting shape that those below
beheld with awe.
Golden and crimson I lapped the world
like a god commanding
everything
and everyone
all things revolved around me
I owned the day
Shattered it with my beauty
And my gigantic roar.
Today
yesterday was a dream
and now I am but a mere child
my mother standing over me
with her many demands
I must obey.
Dianne Bates
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Another good poem, Di!
Lovely Di! Moving – the change from dragon to having-to-be-obedient child!
Very evocative. I like the way you create the sense of freedom and delight in the first two sections before pulling it down in the last section with its bare opening:
Today
yesterday… so clever to have these two words so close when you’re showing how different they are/were.
Lovely poem Di – very powerful. Love the picture too.
So true. Poignant memories of my own childhood. I wonder if those in aged care feel the same to shed those bodies, that place and fly!!!
Carpe Diem Robyn