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20 April 2020 – The One – #11: Dragons True – Segment 1

Whether in dreams or waking, if you have an aversion to reptiles, especially snakes, you may want to skip this segment. If not, you will meet another Dragon – this time who can communicate with the main character. Argose continues as the faithful canine companion, participating every step of the way. Our travelers have reached a place on the river that has sandy shores and a surprise. At this point, the river is wide and deep enough to float large ships, and the explorers encounter one along their way.

The segment begins with a dream full of metaphors and symbolism. Perhaps, this dream is one of the most gripping so far. You be the judge if you have read the other dreams.





                                    a long, hollow shaft of stone dripping cold
                                    with stained rivulets trickling down damp sides
                                                a nearly round well echoing profound
                                                every drop plopping onto the floor’s circle
                        Faintest light filters down the maw above
                        I hear something alive slide along rock
                                    occasional ‘hsssh’ exhaled in the gloom
                        I run my hands across the sides and floor
                                    touching cold skin around a long creature
                                    undulating from my fingers
                                    leaving trails of slime like a large worm passed
                        Shocked, I realize I am in a pit
                                    with hissing, slithering snakes close to me
                        I squat, running my hands on the bottom
                        What feels like tiny bones and scraps of fur
                                    litter the ground beneath me – from rodents?
                        Whatever they are, they snap easily
                                    under my feet – a sharp, sickening crunch
                        I pace around the hole passing my palms
                                    over the stone, touching snakes everywhere
                        They seem to cling to the sides of the pit
                        Brief glitters of light reveal pale bodies
                                    writhing over one another like threads
                                                tangled with no direction, yet instinct . . .
                                                
                        . . . I wake lying in the bottom of Hart
                        Argose scrambles to a sit beside me
                        The red boat rocks port to starboard gently
                        The sun sears my eyes after the darkness
                        I come to crouching, head on folded arms
                        Hearing waves, I lift my head up squinting 
                                    farther out, white-capped waves break against
                                                a rocky outcrop that stops the waves’ speed
                        I stand looking. Can it be? I didn’t see 
                                    it the night before when we pulled up to shore 
a ship tipped almost on its starboard side
                                                rotting timbers line the perimeter
broken masts fore and aft – tattered canvas
                                                like torn linen dresses flapping from lines
gaping holes breach the ship’s sides everywhere
dimmest light leaches into weathered hull
anchor lies flat on the beach, rode buried 

                        Argose stands next to me nosing the wind
                        Sand swirls, stinging the water from our eyes
                        We trudge toward the ship through the muddy sand
                        As we draw near, the wooden wheel at stern
                                    appears lodged firm against a fallen boom
                                    closer still, the cabin’s structure is crushed
                                    the cracked and crumbling rudder slants steeply
                        Why this wreck draws me to her, I can’t say

                        Suddenly, Argose barks alarm and fear
                        and races toward the ship, his tail streaming
                        I run behind to see what’s the matter
                        Now I see it! Stretched along the bowsprit
                                    an impossible creature balancing
                                    Its weight should have broken the front timber
                        Heavy breath pumps out its gray-skinned sides
                                    gaping nostrils gulp air like an engine
                        Four clawed feet wrap around the wooden sprit
                                    its nails longer, thicker than three fingers
                        Along its back, tall, gray spikes tremble
                                    rising like a half-moon sail
                                    that looks like an enormous shield bearer
                        
                        We are downwind, so the beast can’t smell us  
                        It is alert, already battle scarred
                        The great, fleshy sail crowning its long spine
                                    armed with tall curving rib extensions
                                                thick as sharply pointed, combat long swords
                                    slanted needle topping each skyward spire
                        Its heavy hide armored with scales on scales
                        Tracks in the sand from shore to ship show that
                                    the lizard has crawled from sea to bowsprit


Background
There be Dragons! They are famous for fighting princely fellows, and for flying across Asian skies. Dragons have figured widely in myth and alleged history for most the homo sapiens’ tenure on the planet. But real Dragons still exist today. All of them are rare.

The Komodo Dragon is the one of half a dozen creatures that bear the name, Dragon. One of the upcoming Dragons featured after Shield Bearer in this Song is fashioned after the Komodo. Other representatives include the Red Sea Dragon that is a fish, not a reptile. At an average of 2.3 inches long, the Blue Dragon Sea Slug makes up in stinging what it lacks in size. The shocking Pink Dragon Millipede from Thailand doesn’t breathe fire but does release cyanide when it is threatened. Of all these Dragons, the Komodo is the one that can actually eat you and has been known to do so.

Stand by. More Dragons to come.

Exploration 1: What is different about Shield Bearer in contrast to previous Dragons?

Exploration 2: What is the significance of the trio being able to communicate?

Exploration 3: Are Dragons somehow identified with the serpent in the Garden of Eden, in that they are seen as evil and dangerous?








Comments

  1. This the first dragon I can picture. The previous ones were disguised. Or maybe I missed something.

    I didn’t catch that there was any communication between the three in this segment.

    I don’t associate dragons with the serpent in the Garden of Eden. I always picture him as a snake.
    In the West dragons are evil. In the East they’re often symbols of good luck.

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