Dragon in Post is a collection of poems and illustrations dealing with people and their relationship with power. The illustrations add yet another dimension, underscoring, but not defining the meaning of the poem.
The title poem ‘Dragon in Post’ wonders how or why identical influences can be used for creation or destruction. The sufferers blame the blessed, and the blessed ignore the sufferers. ‘One man’s truth becomes another man’s lies.
Power is an enormously emotive subject. It heals, wounds, creates and destroys. Desire for it conspires against peace, and taints any search for an understanding of our place in the cosmos. For many of us, there is more to life than our systems dictate. And we like to say so.
Dragon in her Blood
My friend Maori, wandering free,
Listens to no-one, not even me.
She wears her habit, on her arm
Likes to think it’s a good luck charm.
Yes, it’s the needle, but not what you think,
this is the kind that shoots up ink.
She got dragon in her blood and fire in her soul.
An intricate tale, traced on her skin,
A ripple of muscles shows where we’ve been.
Nerves of steel, deep underground.
Bones grow old, with hardly a sound.
She follows her heart, goes her own way
Listens to no-one, what can I say?
She got dragon in her blood and fire in her soul.
Mystery and magic are a myth these days,
But I believe what Maori says.
Life and death, it’s epic flow,
How rivers twist and mountains grow
We live in a cradle of time and space,
This is Maori’s tattoo space.
She got dragon in her blood and fire in her soul.
Maori hears the sighing sea,
feels the pulse of a growing tree.
She stands in the shadow of the fear we make
Cannot believe the things we take.
She wears her habit on her arm,
Hopes it will be a good luck charm.
She got dragon in her blood and fire in her soul.