The dragon stirs…

The coils of the dragon

beneath the ground

twist and writhe,

scale sliding on cobalt scale.

Claws sharp as winter

and twice as deadly,

rasp one against the other

as she stirs.

The packed earth breaks, shifts,

her weight moves root and stump

to give herself birth

once again.

A New Year-ish poem exploring the prospect of new life metaphorically and literally as we end the old and ring in the new this week.

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