My Dragon, The Trilogy

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 26

What makes life magical?  For me it’s magical when I read my “My Dragon” poems to my friend’s children, as they sit down around me, and listen intently to my every word, yes, that is What makes life magical.

 

My Dragon

 

A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire.

Did arise from the gurgling mire.

Dark gangrenous green, from head to tails.

Claws blackened, sharp as nails.

Purple secretions, from his scaly chest.

A spear lampooned, a grizzly mess.

Nostrils ablaze, bloodied red.

Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads.

My Dragons crying, and nearly dead.

 

My Dragon, The Revival

 

My lampooned Dragon’s, fallen and out of breath.

Gazing around, pleading, near death.

The Slayer’s spear, protrudes from his scaly vest.

And I quietly hear his soulful pounding chest.

Quickly, I plunge my sword, cutting shard.

Removing the spears horrid barb.

My Dragon exhales a fearsome howl.

Eyes bulging, tears flowing down his jowl.

In agony, thrashing his spiky green tail.

Then slowly abating, like a windless sail.

Is he dying, lying there loudly groaning.

Nostrils snorting, neither afire nor smoking.

Suddenly, his left-wing begins flapping.

And my Dragon’s head rises, stretching, arching.

Green horns twitching, like a mythical serpentine.

Yellow eyes glowing, like magical sunshine.

My Dragon’s revived.

And ready to skydive.

 

My Dragon, Can He Fly

 

My wounded Dragon, stands so proud.

Neck arching up, looking to the clouds.

Seeing graceful birds flying apart.

He feels a huge scar close to his heart.

My Dragon bows, and shakes his beastly head.

But his enormous tail feels like lead.

Flapping one wing, then the other.

Dejected he looks, not even a hover.

Nostrils snorting, no sign of fire.

To fly again, his deepest desire.

From within I hear, gut-rumblings soar.

My Dragon angrily spews an almighty roar.

And his gigantic jaws open wide.

A bloodied tongue swishes his fangs side to side.

He swallows and belches another gruesome howl.

A flame burst forth from his boughs.

My Dragon frantically begins to respire.

Again and again his exhales are afire.

And gyrating his heavy green tail.

He spreads his wings like full sails.

Frightened at first, fluttering end to end.

My jumbo sized reptile gradually ascends.

Twenty, then fifty, a hundred leagues above.

Suddenly flying, like a flock of beautiful doves.

Magically rolling and frolicking he flies

Happily he shrieks and swoosh, rapidly down he dives.

Majestically gliding, he arrives.

My Dragon, again King of the skies.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for 9 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

32 thoughts on “My Dragon, The Trilogy”

  1. I absolutely love your dragon poems Ivor.
    Ideas: I see a role reversal for your dragon, he rescues a damsel dragon in distress from the evil knight in the not so shining armour! 😊

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  2. OH! What wonderful dragon poems, Ivor! I am not a kid…but I am a kid at heart, so I enjoyed them immensely! I love that you’ve read them to your friend’s children. Kids are the best audience to read to AND the best critics! 🙂
    Your Dragon sounds majestic and loveable!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  3. These are just great! Do you believe in coincidence or Serendipity? Bran was just sitting here reading me a description of God out of the book of Psalms (18:8-9) where God sounds just like a dragon! LOL

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    1. My Dragons wings shelter everyone. Actually the story is all about Ivor💛, with my wounded heart, recovering, and learning to live again, a simple universal tale, that happens all over the world. 😊 😊 ❤️

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  4. i can see how the children would love this. it’s very entertaining and captivating plus teaches them a few new fancy words to use. as always you surprise me with your talent, it’s like being in a kaleidoscope of words.

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