Longlisted for the OSP Poetry Competition
I felt a funeral in my brain; in a dominating style, he was painted
(the servants of Sir Richard Waldegrave who owns the land haunted by the dragon came forth
to shoot it with arrows ...almost the whole county was summoned to slaughter it but when it
saw that it was to be shot at again, it fled to the marsh, hid in the reeds and was seen no more)
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