even as they sleep, they keep
their embered breaths steady –
ready to conjure magic with
their curious slumber-smiles.
we’ve come for miles to drink
dew from their iridescent
scales, find the startled spells
within and see what we can take.
…but
I can’t help but think they’re
gonna eat us when they wake.
::
In April, she poems. Sometimes, there be dragons.
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Gorgeous. I especially love that title and this section:
“ready to conjure magic with
their curious slumber-smiles.
we’ve come for miles to drink
dew from their iridescent
scales”
lol … Now I’m picturing this being about attending a Weight Watchers meeting. 🙂
My mom and I went together when I was a child. We got all these little recipe cards and measuring tools (“see what we can take”).Silly, probably. But my mind can make the story work.
Be careful what you wish for my pretties…even domesticated dragons have claws.
I want to grab a handful and still have a hand. 😉