dragons

Dragon

You swooped low to claim me,

All scales and claws,

Glittering eyes

And whiplashed tail.

We flew together

Into a velvet night,

Shrieking stars

And lightless moon,

Leaving my breath on the ground.

Too soon, too soon,

Your talons relaxed,

The fire you breathed

Toward some other

Lost and desperate soul.

I fell and fell,

Sharp night wind

Screaming in my ears,

To an endless,

Silent earth.

JOY

Joy sits quietly,

Waiting for an opening

Then moves swiftly

Toward the blue sky

Of the soul.

Joy is small, compact

Taking up little space,

Expanding as far

As the heart can reach.

Joy does not come,

It is already there,

Built in, only needing release,

Letting out the clutch

To race and soar

Over the next

And every horizon.

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2 responses to “dragons

  1. I can’t help but think, reading the dragons poem, that it is a metaphor for men and the way they treat women. I could be missing the point entirely, but that is how it seems. Beautiful illustration…I love it! This would be a perfect submission for that poetry festival in New Orleans that is taking submissions. 🙂

  2. Oh yes, it’s a thin metaphor for my personal experience. Tell me more about the poetry festival!

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