…
It’s all we have left
of them here,
these last burning
embers of time, their scales
long ground into
sand, their roars echoed only
as thunder. We wonder
at their wingspan, their
history – were they to be
slain,
…….saved?
We blaze
our own trails
of loss, and longing;
envy their intricate flight,
bear our own heavy limbs
with regret
and the burning
desire for sky.
..
prompted by Margo Roby.
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Mother Khaleesi
This is about the last breath of one’s ability to “drag on.”
what will the legend we leave behind be ?
This seems like it has to do with the weight of our ancestors. How could we ever live up to the best of them? How insecure we are in trying. Perhaps we can breath fire – if we persist!
Awesome interpretation.
As a dragon in the Chinese cycle, I am particularly fond of this, de.
I do remember now that we have a common penchant for dragons. 🙂
“We blaze our own trails.” Your wordplay could not be more perfect.