[INTRO] spoken/whisper
Faultlight—
A warning.
Heat cycle active.
[VERSE 1]
Air tastes of iron.
Wearing a face—
the armoured dragon climbs—
chok’d with ire, far-ravag’d.
[VERSE 2]
Unfiled
refusing to confess a name.
Head held up in weather.
—
Thund’rous jaws give roar;
compressed, unread fire.
His plated flanks:
a heat-harden’d glow;
bent—now recoil’d, now thrusting forth—
they tear
and scour the stubborn, pitch-black sky.
[REFRAIN / CHORUS – chant (short)]
Broad vans of leathern wing reduc’d to pressure:
ink-dark, bitten through.
Ev’ry crease: a fine raster.
The sun slips knives beneath the ever-falling gloom—curse-infus’d.
Heat cycle active—
[pause]
heat cycle active.
[VERSE 3]
Long tail’s curve,
half-said, half-hidden—
lashing—snake-anger’d,
cleaves the hot void—
a close-up—nearly isn’t.
[BRIDGE]
The file remembers—
the dragon’s moving shade: threads and winds,
smoke-wrapp’d folds and tongues,
layers of soot in earth’s coal chambers.
Eyes no longer see—
the first things they confiscated:
two pale coins caught in a tunnel,
reflecting something not here anymore—
subterranean flame, forc’d to live
in the slit of shadow between “seen” and “safe.”
[OUTRO]
Faultlight—
Heat cycle active.
Heat cycle active.
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Author:
Isabel Szurlej (
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Comments2
But there shall be showers of blessing...
But there shall be showers of blessing…
(beat)
A warning.
Heat cycle active.
There is something magical about the structure and wording in this poem. It captures the interest and carries it prisoner a hostage for ransom well written
Haha, I’ll happily pay that ransom. Thanks for listening — glad the structure caught you..
You are most welcome
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