Category: Dragon Flight
Earth Mover
I used to move Heaven when once could use wings. But then paused in flying, forsaking finer things.
Held back for a ground dweller who refused to fly. Delayed even further as young learned to try.
Then found wings were broken as wrapping up tight. No matter my efforts, encountered more blight.
Then one launched and another as I fell on my head. Put shoulders to ground, shoving boulders instead.
Pushed out of my cave, found myself on a ridge. Could not leap with faith, so I clung as I’d dig.
Unmoveable rock only yielded going up. No water in my well – only dirt in my cup.
What I valued before has been back-filled and more. What dreams I had then have now passed through a door.
As find myself Elsewhere, still don’t know what for. Deep pain in the struggle stays a mystery, ever more.
—
(Reference to the phrase, “to move Heaven and earth”)
F-Lap-The-Winnnggs!
“Flap’ Em!”
Preparing To Launch
Her weary body heavy with limbs barely coordinating, she tested her wings as flexing to ready for bearing load of another flight.
Tanked
“As good food finally hits my system, my guardian dragon eases, and fatigue sets in.
It is interesting to feel her curling up for slumber, one red-gold glowing eye cracked to keep vigil as she waits for me to join her.”
(Romance · Varials)
It Wasn’t Rage
So much as the gathering nebulaic mass of powerful black wrath, ready to unleash in last defense of the woman’s fragile position.
Black Dragon
She rose up from within today, no longer allowing any access to her chosen human.
To Be Understood
“Dragon Eyre”
Croon-Howl-Keen
Not too loud, but deeply saddened, as she stood upon cliff, shoreline, and slagging ship bobbing in the sea, aching to be free to fly, run, and sail – making homes wherever they’d roam, happy with the man she loved.
Fantasy’s Reality
For a heart that truly cares and dares, suspension of true having can only feel fun for so long before one looks down and begins to panic when they find that they have gone so far out onto a ledge that there is no longer any solid ground to stand upon.
In such cases, one could then attemot to fly in fantasy, but the way can become lost with no guides or markers – as is a danger when flying through air, far above bounds of reality – and this dragon’s wings were still injured.
In This Case,
She had fallen in love with the man through the dragon.
(Moonlight – Leadwave)
“Dragon’s Gaze”
“I Dream”
When You Love Someone
“You become the happiest you’ve ever been.
And then, do you know what you get?
You get wings – and then you can fly.”
—
(Movie reference, “I Am Dragon”)
“Let It Be”
A Man Or A Dragon
I love you for who you are.
—
(Movie reference, “I Am Dragon”)
“I Am Dragon”
(All Fired Up – Pat Benatar)
Boiling Rage
A self defense mechanism beginning to gather flame’s ire in mass and momentum to blast a wide radius around her of charred cinders that no man would dare try to go through.
Coming Through
It was having to choose betweens
That she could no longer tolerate
Because she was tired of rules
Restricting flex of her flapping
Maybe by misunderstandings
She was making new mistakes
But if anyone asked her opinion
She would share concerned care
(Elysium – Gavin Greenaway, The Lyndhurst Orchestra & Lisa Gerrard – From Movie “Gladiator”)
Earth’s Magic
Soul Guardians
Days With Dragons
When I Grow Up
Wave Riding
Eeeeee! – Tiny Dragons!
Recognition
Right Now
(Sky – Sol Rising)
Distant Memories
Typical
Bitterness floods the gut and rage boils inside, churning a dragon’s ire.
Falling
“With style!”
—
(From the movie, “Toy Story”)
(Shelter – Lone Justice)
Shelter
As she gathered will to
Launch into bright light
Shadowed doubt clung
And fear caused pause
For she did not want
To leave solid ground
Yet as she tentatively
Tried again to attempt
To her surprise he lept
His own wings spread
Joining to accompany
Her efforts protecting
Black Dragon
Laughs at machinations
Opening her own maw
To swallow them whole
Feasting on own blood
Transmutating power
Back into her hands
Leaving them gaping
In awe and wonder
As she takes to
Broken skies
Dragon Flame
Seething hatred
Eyes on fire ire
Casting blasting
Counterspells
Desperately
Exploding
Eroding
Traction
To free wings
For flight again
Dragon’s Cry
“Just let me fly, da** it!”
“Black Dragon”
Born For More
Was it ambition?
Or the desire to fly high and soar?
“Screeling’s Escape”
Dragon Eyes
“A beloved has proposed that I might have magnetic energy.
If this is so, I would say that it is very selective to what my soul is seeking.
And luckily, my nature is honorable.
I think this keeps me out of trouble.”
“Tenacious Soul”
A birthday poem to me from my youngest Dragonlet
February 18, 2025
Glimmers of glory in dreams
Moon- and star-light reflect
Turning night into something worth braving.
Momma Dragon takes on shadows
Painting flames and fighting
For morning sun to arrive.
If the Darkness will not grant it,
She will bend the universe
And create life itself,
Nails splintering,
Clawed from the deep.
“There will be joy,”
she roars,
“There will be light!”
“Whether I must tear Gods from the skies
and bring Heaven down myself!”
Eye Of The Needle
Observing the others while perched upon a cliff’s ledge at distance, she mused over the riddle of recovering one’s true-born, innate sense of identity and flourishing.
Fledgling Lessons
Attacked within and kicked out from her birth nest prematurely, she had never had a solid “home,” and the skyways loomed too large where competition and predation seemed prevalent.
Duality
Why do I crave “grounding” when I was born with “wings?”
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