I walk the scalèd ridge

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I walk the scalèd ridge
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writing and photomanipulations
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Thunder comes in the night,
speaking the tongue of Titans:
lamenting the birth of light
into the warm, dun expanse.


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I walk the scalèd ridge
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The leafshade-dappled monster of the world
Bends under my boot — right o'er the ridge
Is its tar-gloam apparel new-unrolled:
A shelter to entomb the wild sedge.

Patchwork scales metallic, mineral,
Organic, laced with trails of chemicals
Buckle under pressure of the force
Of time and whirling globe-gravitic glove
That flattens form — reduces from above,
And smooths the edgy contours of scales;
Yet tames the dragon not — again she rails
Against bipedal plunderers of hoards
Upstored from the beginning — ancient gourds
Collect and store the drip primordial.

In jungles long-encroached, in crumbling shrine
At world-navel, where subterranean
Descends a treasure tunnel marked with glyphs,
An otherworldly sun is known to shine.

Unfiltered by the bright cerulean
Of sky — undaunted by precip'tous cliffs,
The martial ray of sanguinary hue
Penetrates, aligning sigil-wise
With relic on the archway of the gate
That leads low out of sun-encumbered blue
Into the cemetery for old skies
Of early days. Has it become so late —
That she, leaf-dappled dragon called the world
But slumbers, waiting for a calmer age
To lick her wounds, to buckle tar unfurled
With grace, with stunning power and with rage:
Surpassing wrath, to throw the insects off
That scrawl obscenities on oaken page?


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Original photomanipulations and poetry
— by Daniel Pendergraft —
created for HIVE on May 23, 2020.
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I love the creativity for both poetry and images. I am interested on the process of photo manipulation.hehehe. Can you provide a link for the tutorial for photo manipulation...

What a terabithian trip as the primordal dragon immerges from sun of the underworlds. Wait that is our world!! And those bites? Oh, it is merely a flesh wound. I shall fly again.

Lovely poem and great trip. Do dragons really live forever?

Besides your poems, your photo shoots are also great. inspiring and elegant. congratulations.

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