The Knott

It seemed to me when I was a lad

that from a distance,

some great dragon must have

laid itself down on the hilltop above my house.

With its hide covered in thick grass

and limestone scales worn by the wind.

I reckoned it must have been a thousand years old

or more,

and dormant too.

I’d scramble up there to pay a visit,

to clamber among its spine of silver birches

and sledge down the banks of its waist in snow.

The end of its tail met the silted beach

and I’d follow it down

and play on the rocks between its toes.


William Redman