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