The Scales He Wears

This was inspired by a book i recently read, 'Dragon Rider', by Cornelia Funke

I close my eyes and fall asleep,

dreaming…

 

 Looking up into the sky,

I see the moon shining down on me,

 

I see a shadow as it travels across the ground,

And soon I hear a flapping of wings,

as a green dragon flies toward me!

 

His wings glitter in the moonlight

as he spreads them out wide,

each of his scales, delicately carved,

 

He looks like the statue of a great God,

carved out of glass; Fragile, Beautiful, Untouchable,

 

His eyes stare down to me,

His liquid gold-filled eyes,

 

He stretches;

From neck to tail, longer than three of me

 

As he moves around,

his scales change color,

From green to blue to purple,

 

I reach out my hand to touch him,

To feel cool smooth glass under my fingertips,

His eyes widen

And then he’s gone,

 

I glance down to where he once was,

and realize: he left a scale behind!

I touch it, smooth and cool as glass,

I place it in my pocket…

 

My alarm goes off,

I reach into my pocket,

And there it is,

My green dragon’s scale.

 

 

 

 *Alexanna Marie

Reviews

[Adept]

Simple and nicely written it was a short sweet dream whose sentences felt short but described lightly enough for one to imagine their own dream, not one completely painted out for them. Only thing I would change or felt took me out a bit was measurement of the dragon which I would've preferred a more illustrative description of its height.