In Celtic knot-work bordering on life
innocent animals tangle with dragons.
In thickening crowds, as far as I can see
it's the mood portrayed in loud tattoos.
It's the lamb torn by the wolf's jaw;
snakes aloft in the eagle's claw.
How many like me would race away at that
silent bell: a straight line out of the maze.
Philipos
Fri 5th Jul 2019 20:50
Brief but to the point that. Tangling with dragons eh. I think I might have met one or two of them in my time. As to tattoos, my parents always warned against having them. Can't understand why so many people I see locally are covered in them. Personally I think they mar the skin but what do I know! Evocative use of words though your poem. Enjoyed.
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afishamongmany
Fri 5th Jul 2019 21:10
Love those last two lines Adam W., their meaning not so much untangled as emerging out of mist.
Go well
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