DRAGON DAYS in the high keep where chilling winds sweep across jagged stone ramparts, and howl through the eroded cliffs and caverns, dragons lay multi-colored eggs, breathing smoky air to warm them ever so slowly and turning each gently in nests of rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds, with fire opals for added warmth and flashfire rainbow colors also some fine jade, for an oil green to lavender glow, with moonstones for earth mother, and amber for the sun god’s blessing, with cherishing love and dragon laughter bubbling up like molten lava dragonets are hatched in the early morning amberpeach glow they wrestle and scamper with dragon glee through gold dust and silver dreams, dancing from crook to cranny in the lava warmed keep under the watchful eyes of parents sunning themselves or sharing the hunt for food to fill the need of child and parent alike, perhaps a careless elk or munching moose, sometimes a bighorn sheep, caught in in careless leap, snapped up by the dragon on the wing a sumptuous feast enjoyed as the sun drops low painting their world a cranberry wine blush glow and full and warm the babies snuggle mom and pop in sleep... such is the daily life of our dragons in our keep...
I love your stories, Jeannemarie, and you have a gift for telling them...vivid, colourful, creative, well-written, you put yourself into your poetry and it shows...would our world like this...gorgeous writing, my friend
What a powerful imagery you bring to life for us. And yes, they exist on the edges of our souls. Sometimes, when the night is still, you can sense their presence... the presence you fill your wondrous words with here.