Once a child in wonder
saw a dragon flying by
breathing clouds of dragon-mist
in swirling twists
of white across the bluest sky.
And there he lay on grassy slope
pondering, wondering why–
only he saw a dragon there,
high up in the sky.
A little wisp of a poem, a quadrille for dVerse. De has asked us to use the prompt, “dragon.”
For some reason, I was hearing the song “Circle Game” in my head. I was thinking the song doesn’t mention dragons, but then I realized it does mention a dragonfly. Weird how the mind works! Here’s Tom Rush’s version of the Joni Mitchell song. I heard him sing this song in concert recently. He sounds so young here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Gorgeous! It has a Robert Louis Stevenson ring to it 🙂
Thank you so much!
Yes, I see what you mean. 🙂
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Loved this!
Thank you very much, Jill!
All things work together … This takes me back to happy memories of cloud watching as a child and the mythical moments, such a joy to read.
Thank you very much. I’m pleased you liked it!
Very! 🙂
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I like the whimsy in this.
Thank you! 🙂
LOVE this “little wisp of a poem.” And cloud dragons are some of my favorites!
Thank you so much, De! I’m pleased you enjoyed it. I’m behind on reading, but I’ll get there soon. 🙂
And a Dragon poem in return. 🙂
DRAGON HEART
So still she lies, as if some shell abandoned, blear-eyed from sleep
Shipwrecked, abandoned to some soggy dotage caked in mire
Be not deceived, imagining vacuum where once was fire
Thoughts and feelings spark yet, drift dreamily, aimless, ancient, deep
Take heed, both wise and foolish souls; fair warning: t’is best to creep
Past lightly, with harnessed breath; waken not the dragon’s ire
No less than fearsome monster, prone to bouts of fey desire
Exceeding duties as guardian, this dragon now feeds on sheep
Protection for that heart of mine once long ago rudely spoiled
That dragon, turned to basilisk, has festered and gone awry
Too far too many empty nights left red-eyed the dragonfly
Wound itself tighter and tighter till inextricably coiled
A dusty heirloom, tucked away, out of sight, a feathered wing
This fragile heart, free from defence, defiant, still dares to sing
Thank you so much, Ben. I’m honored that you felt moved to share this. It’s beautiful–especially that last stanza!
I am happy if you enjoyed reading it.
I did! 🙂
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Very pretty! Dragons and tiny dragons. I saw a meme the other day about a tiny dragon. It was like a small version of the brood of the Mother of Dragons. Then I realized a necklace I wear all the time is a dragon. Serendipity time!
Thank you! Serendipity indeed.
I’m not really into dragons, but your necklace sounds cute. 🙂 My father had a lot of Chinese antiques, and I’m trying to remember if he had dragons.
I’ve seen both Lalique and Herend dragons, too. Just gorgeous. It would be fun to have them as a spirit animal.
That kind of dragon perhaps. 😉
Haha, yes, the Herend one is GORGEOUS.
Magical
Thank you very much, Derrick!
There is nothing, NOTHING, like cloud dreaming. May we all allow our inner child to come out as we lie in the grass and watch the clouds. Lovely, Merril
Thank you very much, Pam! Yes, may we all.
It seems there is always a soundtrack playing in the background of our thoughts. I was thinking Amaya’s music prompt could apply to multiple posts from many people I follow.
The childlike wonder and adult wistfulness echoes the song beautifully.
I think you’re right. I don’t really listen to music that often because I don’t like it as background, but I do often have my own soundtrack going on in my mind. 🙂
Fresh and sing-songy. charming
Thank you so much!
I love the thought of finding dragons in the cloud… so sweet.
Thank you very much! 🙂