Category Archives: dragon poems

distracted by dragons

i marvel at their cloud-scales, ponder wing and talon, teeth. wonder if they’ll come right out (of clouds) and play. and so, {needless to say}, not much else got done today.   .. Advertisements

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and still, she is writing about smallish dragons

because she can feel their hot breath on her neck, the weight of their scales and talons in the tresses of her hair. they’ve got a thou -sand whispered things, and she is but one pen -dulum, swinging. they’ve got … Continue reading

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Dragon Fodder

I’m quite certain I shall be delicious, all crunchy toasted marshmallow center. But first, you exquisite beasty, let’s dance. For I have ever been more enamored of your scaly sway than a thousand simpering princes. You lead. I’ll stay. I … Continue reading

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Scoundrel Dragons

You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, baby you’re no good. – Linda Ronstadt ;; Too much is still rearranging. Changing. Are they breathing fire or cotton candy fluff? Wasn’t it enough that they had teeth, and talons? … Continue reading

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Stranger than Dragons

A short-term effect an echo and a stranger’s hand – The Cure .. The clouds have teeth again, and the echo …………(echo, echo) of skin and talons on whale-sized bones. They breathe in great fire hands that reach for nothing … Continue reading

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Objects in the Rearview Mirror are Farther Than they Appear.

.. This poem is a brand new day, the quiet silver buttoning of my lips. It’s the scribbling of my heart. The starting of something startling, the plowing of inky crow through fresh fallen paper snow. This poem knows her … Continue reading

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Throwing Stones at Wayward Thrones

.. We are the princesses of ice and fire and fog and fluff. We have had enough of your glass …………(ceilings) slippers and your velvet chairs not meant for sitting and your golden stair demands of our locks. Your frocks … Continue reading

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