Flight of a Dragon

Poem…Rafael’s draggo hatch-birth

Dazzling Shene
Write Under the Moon
2 min readJul 31, 2021

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Photo by pendleburyannette from Pixabay

O, mother of baby dragons!
With how much care thou protected thy colossal eggs
thy dragon eggs — ‘draggo eggs’

Brandished in minuscule goldfish and unicorn scales
shimmering bronze in the foxy sun
as exquisite and rare as the precious crown jewels
and as dynamic as the Queen’s crown adorned with Koh-I-Noor
as strong and rugged as brandished metal

Thy baby draggo eggs — Emerald, Ruby and Opal
Oh! how thou thought
razzle and dazzle their way
and they will find a home
in this dingy world

Thy plans, simple!
teach them
how to dive into the skies
and take their first solo flight

A proclamation of thy baby dragon’s majesty
either in divine aurora or celestial twilight
‘The flight of a dragon’
O, thy baby draggo eggs!

Each one, special and unique
the color of the egg, births the color of the dragon
I spot, thy Emerald one with hazel hue scales
thy Rafael!

Look, thy baby draggo is hatching
I see, cracks zigzagging the luminescent, draggo eggs
nuzzling out a little head
shelling away a tail

A pair of veined, jaded, leathery wings try to flutter
a few blows and a few failed tries later
no fire but breath gushes out poisonous, carbon dioxide
where is the petroleum to fuel the fire?
I see, no oil rigs in sight!

A dragon is lost
mushing its spiky tail around in circles
searching for his mother
O, mother of dragons!

Where thou art lost
nestling in, thy two remaining draggo eggs
thy Ruby and Opal, thy dear priceless gems

In mammoth, fat, golden, hexagonal and serene hay nest
aren’t thy draggo eggs warm enough yet
can’t you feel the heat radiating

Thy Emerald — thy Rafael awaits, thy return
ravenous, he scavenges for a feast
all alone, on his own — he takes the ‘flight’
without his mother — her eyes, his sight

O Rafael’s eyes — those keen, sparkly, round — emerald eyes
with honey striped lemons as irises and red-lined pupils

Oh! Those glorious, beady, glistering emeralds

Oh, What do I see here now
two more heads popping out
two more collagen membrane shells snapping

A snap and a crunch
do I smell two dragons?
two pairs of eyes glisten back at me in the twinkling twilight

© Dazzling Shene 2021

Thank You for reading my poetry :)

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Dazzling Shene
Write Under the Moon

A dreamer, a believer, a visionary, serpenting my way through the whirlwinds of life. Here to Razzle and bedazzle You~2 X Top writer in Poetry