Lizard dreams of former glories


Lizard scuttles
Stump-tailed bark-coloured
To the safety
Of the rough stone wall.
Cat yawns
Satin-sleek old roué
The twitching stick tail half-forgotten
Beneath his godlike paw.
Lizard waits
In a cool crack
With grains of sand
And the wrinkled remains
Of dry dead leaves.
Sides heave
In ancient anger
And in the eye’s dark depths
Dragon stirs
Steaming swamps
Fear-soaked fur
Brittle bones breaking
Beneath its jaws
And the taste of hot blood
On its saurian tongue.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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