Untitled, by Wren Hartwood (posted with permission)

After seeing my earlier poem, Erin responded with one of her own, and then posted a call to flash fiction or poetry responses. Those will be posted separately, so they don’t get lost.


Marvel at the bars of shaped stone
“Such scales they were”, —or so I’m told
“That once sheathed beasties blood and bone”
Stories of legends I am sold

I’ve a ticket— “I can’t go wrong
Come see the past; these oldest stars
Great they were fearsome brave and strong
Dragons owned these skies near and far”

For a moment I close my eyes
What was lost I’m left to wonder
In my mind shadows darken skies
And then far off I hear thunder.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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