Sleeping Dragons

Black and white striped toe-socks
Rest on the window sill
Dragons sleeping on the other side of the bay
They have been there for eons
Their rocky scales rounded by a sheet of ice
Sharp edges from erosion

Photos of black and white striped socked feet on old fashioned window sill looking across the bay

It’s time to wake sleepy heads!
I send my thoughts
Tumbling through the stormy day
Smoke rises from their nostrils
Slowly banding round and round the hills
Until it raises into low hanging clouds

You say: it’s mist
From a rainy day
I say: it’s the dragons wakening
Their eons of rest are over
Earth heating too quickly now
Making them stir

Beware dragon riders
Your time has come

low clouds rolling on mountains in the Scottish Highlands, photo taken from across the bay looking towards the mountains
Watermark @storyfae

My fiery sword

I dreamed of my fiery sword again
Lost in the fall
And echoes of battles I don’t recall

Cold iron barrs across shoulders–not the same
As my blade humming from demons slain

A caged tiger in a strange world
A sad lion eons old

The dragons are calling
At the world’s end
And I can’t find my sword
My old friend

Warrior

The age of wolf is over
Steel blue eyes scanned the horizon for signs
Steam rising from calcified nostrils
The echo of a tremor underneath his soles
The dragons are awakening

They are dreaming of eternal ice still
Ice not so eternal anymore
That time when a 3000 meter thick sheet of frozen elementals
Was gliding like high pressure clingfilm
Over the rough hunchbacks of the the dragons

Their nostrils hidden underneath hills They are so old that they spend eons growing into mountains
And eons more being ground down by wind and water and ice
But now, but now they are stirring
The dragons
The age of wolf is over