So for this friday’s poetry I thought I would share with you all a poem from my childhood. I recently found an old poetry book that I had when I was very young and I have been re reading it. I have chosen a Dragon related poem because Dragons are brilliant!
The Sleepy Dragon
A dragon awake
in his mountain lair
where he’d slept
for a thousand years.
His treasure was rusty
his scales were dusty
his throat was dry
his wings wouldn’t fly
his throat was croaky
his fire was smoky
his eyes weren’t flashing
his tail wasn’t lashing
his claws couldn’t scratch
though he tried.
So he sighed
and stretched himself
over the floor
and went back to sleep
for a thousand years more.
Irene Rawnsley
Lady Book Dragon
