Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #463
Words: now, breath, hold, room, dread, shout, creep, inhale, cloud, want, crash, panic
Never had a problem
inhaling, holding
his breath, and exhaling
a cloud of fire
that filled a room. He
spread dread and panic
wherever he went. Shouts
could be heard across
the moat. Now the poor
thing just creeps around,
crashing into objects
as his eyesight fails.
A life wanting for
an old dragon.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
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Powerful and beautiful and sad all at the same time, a difficult combo you’ve deftly expressed. Made me want to know the dragon’s name, and as well to pay my respects to its proverbial Dragon.
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Sadly, I never learned his name.
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