I saw a dragon
with magic wings
and strength unfurled
a medieval moment
frozen
but not lost
forever of wood
for it could not be
in a world of wars
and lost humanity
As it rose today
from the forgotten realm
I unlocked the wood
and gave it back it's song
17 comments:
This is wonderful! I love how you saw the dragon in the fallen tree and unlocked its potential in your poem.
Magnificent mangled piece of wood, with a poem that matches it...I enjoyed both.
i do see the dragon but did not until i read your poem. glad you set it free and gave it back its song
I think that the dragon's song is well needed now in these days of humanity failing... let us how it can help.. very much needed.
I see it, too! I love this.
hey I can see your Dragon. I live dragons. grew up reading all about them. sadly so true on the state I'd our world. I fear what our leaders would so with the might of dragons
For me this is just perfect in every way!
Funny. I saw the title and thought of Roger Miller...
But it is a great story and a wonderful dragon!
This is a treat. "I unlocked the wood and gave it back it's song" - an indelible line of poetry. The piece: eloquently rendered.
Perfect !
ZQ
Gail, thanks for stopping by and saying hi! I do admire poetry, probably because I'm not very good at writing it.
With this poem, you free the dragon song.
You know it really does remind me of a dragon. I just showed this to my granddaughter and she immediately said it looks like a "dragon."
Well done with both the photo and the prose.
Beautiful whimsy here, Gail. I love the helping of the dragon bit.
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There you go again . . .
Loved . . .
Oh, this leaves me feeling optimistic! Doesn't happen as often as I'd like. Thank you.
You are a natural storyteller. And we are blessed.
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