little dove

The dragon

A dragon sits with elegance in the fragrant summers day

flying against the clouds that comfort her like cotton wool

flying through green forests with bears breathing beauty

Silver dragon breathes flames like a warrior resides inside


The rain will fall and the silver dragon just lets herself sparkle

Her green eyes match the soft fragile leaves in the trees

flying in company the glass mirror is unable to smash

And the flowers tilt their heads to the soaring wings above


If only the animal with flames could take a petal for herself

A violet petal that sparkles with joy under the night sky

Her heart will wish for the gold and pink fairies to say hello

While other dragons wish to dance on mountains


  • dusk arising

    Beautifully composed poetic fantasy quite lovely.
    My mother-in-law would be thrilled to think someone saw beauty in her and wrote such wonderful words in tribute to her.

    • dusk arising

      I have a rare picture of my dragon-in-law. The photographer must have used an extremely fast shutter speed because it's the only time i've seen her with her mouth shut (a Les Dawson joke, he remains my fave comedian of all time).

      • little dove

        thanks :)

      • Poetic Dan

        Really interesting read, I imagined that dragon being an inner passion.
        Thank you for sharing

      • Heartwriter

        You my dear write so beautifully. Like make believe come to life. Loved it!

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