Monday’s Poem


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

Homeward bound!

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!

See you on Wednesday for Creative Writing!
With best wishes,


Published by Emma

Hi my name is Emma! I am a writer and artist. I work for the NHS at Converge ( and I am also an MA graduate in Creative writing and am currently studying for a PhD in Humanities. I have been leading a creative writing class at the beautiful St Nicks in York ( for the last five years. When I am not at work I'm on my allotment or at Base Camp (my home) planning new adventures.

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