Red Dragon Smoke smell fastened, pulled from valley, I climb the hill to barren ash. Trauma woods fire-blackened, uprights flattened. Bracken-scaled, flexing talons, vengeful dragon. Imagining what passion called, where sense crawled, slack- jawed madness, scorched earth fashion, happened. Knight pageant, cannon-wagonned batten down for fight. With this, my method was to go to rhymezone,…
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#FF — Heaven in the Clouds
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Eyes closed, she inhales scent of peony from the bouquet near her bed. Even though midsummer, a pastel printed comforter pushes tight around her body and up to her chin. Murmured voices surround her. They are waiting for her end. She opens her eyes to see their faces, full of…
dVerse — Monday Quadrille — My type
Photo is used with permission by fabulous photographer, Pat, at Chronicles Of An Anglo Swiss. my type blows blue, clouds up, purges skies of subtlety. puffs petrichor into dusty nostrils, quivers stemhairs, stirs windchimes; the type that makes the call still sparks where wyrms enter, their tidings pleased roar Yinglong’s regard embodies fortunes freefalling, pummeling,…
dVerse — Poetics — The dragon is a fractal.
The dragon is a fractal. The dragon is a fractal? That which has been regarded at an end has revealed its infinity. It’s not a dot-eyed twin small fry wiggling in waterways that one day bursts into the sky. It’s dragons all the way down and flies high beyond high. What associated lexicography is to…
dVerse — Quadrille 129 — Dragon Lover
What is this curiosity we have for winged, scaled worms called dragons? Proof that subterranean vole-bait may transform to soar at-will? Is it their new capriciousness to choose “scorched earth” that attracts? They still sleep in dark wet, for godsakes! Then I spied one… It’s not easily seen in the picture, but the shadow of…
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