Brett Evans, Sleeping Dragons

Some great poems form Brett Evans at Dodging the Rain. I especially love the Sleeping Dragons Poem!


Taking Y Mari Lwyd to 10 Downing Street

The bleached horse’s skull is secure
on its pole. Let’s not be tempted to adorn
eye sockets with glass or gems, leave
them bare, blind as the shark when it bites.

Drop the sacking over yourself, take
the pole as if a lance and ride out.
Rein in any want to follow the routes
of water pipes to Liverpool or Birmingham;
your grievance is not with them.
Go to the source of your anger.

Flout tradition, fuck off the poetry –
it’s not as if we want to cross that threshold.
Tamp that pole ‘til the hanging mandible
clack, clack, clacks. Bash the skull
against that dark, keyless door and screech
for release, for controlling the taps
of our own bounty.

Sleeping Dragons

It’s true when they tell you there are dragons
asleep in Wales. Not so fantastical to see them;

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