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Dragon playing the harp


This is a fifteenth-century roof boss in the cloisters at Lacock Abbey. By the looks of it the dragon is singing as well as playing a seven-string harp. What songs do dragons sing? Fierce, wild songs, I imagine. There are sharp teeth in those jaws. This is not a tame creature.

The carvings at Lacock include two mermaids, a manticore, Reynard the Fox making off with a goose, and a bowman who is possibly meant for Robin Hood. I have put all my photos of the Lacock roof bosses in a Flickr set.

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Date: October 9th, 2014 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nineweaving.livejournal.com
O my! That is glorious.

Many thanks for that set.

Nine

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Date: October 12th, 2014 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfinthewood.livejournal.com
It is glorious, isn't it?

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Date: October 9th, 2014 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heliopausa.livejournal.com
Thank you very much indeed for this! (For them all, but the Dragon especially.)

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Date: October 12th, 2014 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfinthewood.livejournal.com
The dragon is really rather special.

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Date: October 9th, 2014 11:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] papersky.livejournal.com
A wilderness of wings, bright glints of fire,
Dry wood burns fast, and long desire,
Coiled into curlicues, coins, a cup,
A thief in the night that drew me up.

What would I sing when the harp goes round?
An old wyrm's tale of underground?
Or a song of rising in spiralled flight,
Wide wings that flash with reflected light?

Or the human heroes who came so bold,
To challenge us and to steal our gold,
Who bade us fight them beneath the sun?
You know the names of the few who won.

I could sing of our wait till the final days
Till the root take flame in triumphant blaze
And the world-tree fall and the rainbow bend
And gods kill giants, and all things end.

My claws on the harp draw out each chord
Darkness, waiting coiled, the hoard,
A wilderness of wings, bright glints of fire
Dry wood burns fast, and long desire.





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Date: October 12th, 2014 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfinthewood.livejournal.com
This is wonderful. Thank you very much.

This harp-playing dragon reminded me of the delicate-fingered female dragons in Tooth and Claw.

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Date: October 9th, 2014 11:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] livejournal.livejournal.com
User [livejournal.com profile] papersky referenced to your post from Dragon's Song (http://papersky.livejournal.com/636063.html) saying: [...] posted a picture of a harp-playing dragon at Lacock Abbey [...]

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Date: October 9th, 2014 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
Followed over from papersky's journal. I was going to call the dragon beautiful but then I read the glorious comment. Yeah, glorious. Much better word. That is glorious.

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Date: October 12th, 2014 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfinthewood.livejournal.com
Glorious is indeed the word. I'm glad you like it.