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.

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