Hello dear readers, welcome to Go Dog Go Cafe’s “Throwback Friday”. Today I’m posting a three piece series of poems, that I originally wrote back in September 2017. In these days of mystery and uncertainty, I thought it would be good time to present my light-hearted  mystical fairy tale about ‘My Dragon’. And I was fortunate to have “The Trilogy” published by ‘Fae Corps Publishing’ in their recent Anthology, ‘Faery Footprints’. Available at Amazon via >>  https://www.amazon.com/s?k=fairy+footprints+by+patricia+harris&ref=nb_sb_noss

My Dragon: The Trilogy

 

My Dragon

 

A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire

Did arise from the gurgling mire

Dark gangrenous green, from head to tail

Claws blackened, sharp as nails

Purple secretions, from his scaly chest

A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess

Nostrils ablaze, bloodied red

Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads

My Dragon’s crying, and nearly dead

 

 

My Dragon, The Revival

 

My harpooned Dragon, fallen and out of breath

Gazing around, pleading, near death

The Slayer’s spear, protrudes from his scaly vest

And I listen, to his pounding chest

Quickly, I plunge my sword, cutting shard

Removing the spears horrid barb

My Dragon exhales an awesome howl

Eyes bulging, tears flowing down his jowl

In agony, thrashing his spiky 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, he’s again my mythical reptile

Yellow eyes glowing, like glazed tiles

My Dragon’s revived

And ready to skydive

 

My Dragon, Can He Fly

 

My wounded Dragon, stands so proud

His misty eyes, looking up 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, rumblings soar

My Dragon spews an almighty roar

And his gigantic jaws open wide

A bloodied tongue swishes from side to side

He swallows and belches another gruesome howl

A flame burst deep from his boughs

My Dragon frantically begins to respire

Again, and again, he exhales fire

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 doves

Magically rolling and frolicking he flies

Happily, he shrieks, and swoosh, down he dives

Majestically gliding, he arrives

My Dragon, again King of the skies

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Sept 2017