The Fire-Breathing Pitaya

a poem about dragon fruit

At rest in a tree, in northern Vietnam,

the Pitaya lets out a yawn and opens its eyes.

He is finally matured

and feeling quite ripe.

With his razor sharp claws

he cuts himself free of the vine.

He spreads out his wings

and flys into the bright blue sky.

Skin a bright burning red

And scales of mellow green.

On the inside this creation is really

Quite sweet.

But by the origin of it’s name

you would expect it to breathe fire,

as it guards secret dungeons

and graces majestic fantasies.

Instead of enchanting fairy tales

and burning knights to a crisp

the Pitaya would rather sit in a wooden box

in the city streets.

Feeling so adored

as you admire its radiant skin

and flame like features.

It waits with it’s peers

under a sign that reads

“Dragon Fruit”

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think :) thank you
(oh and as the mediator of the Fruit Basket Challenge I will not at all be giving myself a prize for entry in this contest. that would be cheating I just wanted to post a poem lol)

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

:)
want one want one want one.... i have never came across one but i'm going dragon hunting right now. superbly written. so descriptive i could taste it.

[Cameron]

I love it. It's creative and funny. You know it's not as bad as you thought.