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.

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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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