folktober – Mordiford Dragon
Only extant picture of dragon on Mordiford Church
Guess what I saw this morning?
There was a dragon
in the valley, curled
like a white cat:
each scale a pearl;
each breath a cloud
of soft white silk –
’til the whole valley
was a bowl of milk –
as the sun brightens
with the coming day,
such dragons fade.
-Sarah Connor
The Wombwell Rainbow 