Willow Learns to Ride a Dragon
Upon a dragon
She if flying
Against the skyline
She is soaring
Catching the gales
She is sailing
up in the clouds
and now she’s flying
Against the clouds she is flying on high
Soaring through her hair as she sails the sky
Far beneath her are all the towns they pass by
To say she’s not happy would be a great lie.
Spitting a fireball out with a cry
Willow’s dragon sets all the night-life awry
Running round screaming in fear that they’ll die
Villagers leave their own homes in a sty.
Willow’s dad stands below with stomach awhirl
At the sight of the beast his toes start to curl.
Afeared for his daughter he threatens to hurl
As the dragon flips through the air with a twirl.
Looking at its wings their nerves mount and churn
Yet all in the village do not come to burn;
Neither grown-ups, children, forest nor fern
Would ever have to end up stuck in an urn.
For a greater delight she never could yearn
Grinning so widely her head swerves astern
At the sight of her dad her ride does she turn
And lands not expecting a lesson to learn.
A fretful expression etches his face,
Yet fades upon Willow’s joyous embrace.
Her arms tightly wrapped makes all fears erase
Squeezing her firmly they leave with no trace.
Having no clue she had caused such a stir –
All below had passed by in a very swift blur –
Her heart now pounded with a powerful whir
As folk viewed her as nothing more than a cur.
Standing in-between the townsfolk and her
Willow’s dad addresses their leader as ‘Sir,
No hair on the people nor leaf on a fir
Were singed whenever the dragon did purr’.
Saying they were fully just in their rants,
Willow speaks of her love for people and plants
Repenting for scaring them out of their pants
And making them scatter all over like ants.
Accepting their speech the folk say no more,
And whilst giving out an elated roar
The pair saddle up on the dragon to soar
Up high and on towards the home they adore.
Joy has been found
As now they’re heading
A brilliant poem sent in by Llykael Dert-Ethrae.
Llykael Dert-Ethrae is a writer based in York, he is currently working on his first publication. Dance of the Heart is one of three poems sent to me by Llykael, it is from a series of works concerning a character named Willow who features in Llykael’s writing. I hope you enjoyed this fantastical poem!
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