Monday, August 20, 2018

A Dragon Rises (Day 579)


I dreamt the tail of a kite 
was beckoning to us from the park, 
white as a dove’s wing 
against the backdrop of a cobalt bay, 
wind-whipped and boistrous, 
dancing to the music of a rare 
sun-soaked summer’s day, laughing 
(the way we always did) at 
under-dressed tourists shivering in 
their ‘summer’ clothes, 
and now, a massive dragon rises 
tastes the salted breeze, circling 
and looping like a living rainbow, 
among the day’s lesser offerings, 
scrying our fortunes in the clear 
gazing-ball of a cloudless sky, and 
the crowd, sprawled on blankets, coats, 
and towels, sighs in concert, leaning 
back on grass-damp elbows, 
squinting, all eyes turned upward, 
soaking in the magic of a Sunday matinée.



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Jack Wolf/Flickr (CC BY-ND 2.0)