GREYBON

A Partial Poem

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• posted: Feb 12th, 2007
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Flowers rain down from above,
cascading over me, twirling around,
soaring in the middle, one white dove.

I reach to the sky, tap my feet to the ground
and we begin to dance merrily, dove and I.
Under soft petalled waterfall, happiness was found.

Petals wilt into fishhooks with a hissing sigh.
Their illusion fades, deceit revealed;
while white becomes red, dove begins to cry.

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I had written more, alas…it never sounded right. I just liked this part. Someday I will finish it perhaps. Or maybe not.

The Wingless Dragon

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• posted: Feb 7th, 2007
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This is a freewrite inspired by this image.

Maavi cradled the baby dragon against her chest. She patted its head, and noted how soft his pale green skin was. He leaned his head against her and closed his eyes. As he slept, she watched his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. She brushed a tear from her eye.

No dragon had ever been born without wings. She’d checked the historical documents to be sure. Yet here was one born exactly that way. The council had left him in her care, unsure of what else to do with him. Everyone believed he would not live for long.

With her free hand, Maavi adjusted the blankets in a basket that was to be his bed. Then she set a small bowl of meat next to it. He hadn’t eaten since he’d hatched and that worried her. If only he’d nibble on something.

She ran her finger down his forehead, then over the bridge of his nose. “Come on now, little fella. Wake up so you can eat.” His eyes didn’t open, but his breathing was still steady. She thought about naming him, but no adequate names came to mind. Besides, the council had told her naming him would only be cruel. Yet…somehow that seemed wrong to her.

A warmth began to radiate from the tiny creature. It wasn’t enough heat to cause her discomfort, but enough for her to want to check to see if he was all right. She inclined her head see him better. His pale green skin shifted to the same red of her dress and she gasped. “Well now. Never saw a dragon do that before.”

The baby dragon open his eyes and cried. He pushed away from her, reaching for the bowl of meat. Maavi set him next to it and he devoured his food. Then he curled up in his basket and went back to sleep.

As she watched him sleep, she had the sneaking suspicion that there was much more to her little dragon than anyone could possibly imagine. Yes, she realized. There was something about him that told her he was gonna be just fine. She started to adjust the blanket around him, but paused and tapped her finger to her mouth. Then she smiled. “Michio. That is a fine name for you. One of strength.” She tucked him into his blanket and kissed the top of his head. “Rest well, my little Michio. Dream well too.”

To be continued…