Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

Replenished

As I walk through the woods, I see darkness within.
Down by my feet is a discarded Dragon skin.
A Dragon whose body has grown to larger frame,
But the forest grows smaller and stays not the same.

The woodland has weakened from an ongoing drought, 
And ferns, blackened and wilting, now fail to sprout
Webs in high branches seem like white funeral shrouds,
Whose insects emerge to fly in big, crazy clouds.

Hungry, the Dragon left in search of some fodder,
And thirsty, he needed a cool drink of water.
Alas, he came to a river, so clear and deep,
And thoughts into his head were beginning to creep.

So building a ditch with his tail's mighty thrash, 
Water pours to the woods in the  life-giving wash.
The next thing he does is his greatest desire.
The Dragon clears out the webs with gusts of his fire.

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Howard Kerr January 19, 2024 at 2:43 PM Your poem is written from a most unusual angle. It oozes originality, depth and detail. The use of a dragon as a poetic device is a stunning stroke Sincere thanks for your observations on Passing Noonday Flux and August Sketch Pad. Howard Hilda Greenhough January 19, 2024 at 6:46 PM Thank you for your positive comments on Replenished. It was fun to write.

Evelyn Judy Buehler November 22, 2023 at 4:57 PM Such an industrious dragon-one who deserves to wear the color green! A very enjoyable little tale, Hilda. I love the happy ending. ;) Hilda Greenhough November 22, 2023 at 10:28 PM Thank you. It was a whimsy moment.

Silent One November 22, 2023 at 10:35 AM This is great storytelling to me this is about our inner dragon and how we control it... your poem flows and rhymes so well... Hilda Greenhough November 22, 2023 at 11:15 AM Thank you. I appreciate your comment.

Judy Ball November 21, 2023 at 3:41 AM A really good story here Hilda. This made me think of the only dinos still alive on this earth, the gators and crocks. These animals get a bad rap but they are very important to the environment. Yes they do attack from ambush but that is the way they hunt. During drought it is they dug outs they create that saves water for thirsty animals. Loved this. God Bless, JB Hilda Greenhough November 21, 2023 at 6:11 AM Thank you. I wrote about alligators in my poem Swamp. I stay away from gators. I'd avoid dragons if I saw one too.

Ink Empress November 21, 2023 at 12:42 AM Brilliant diction and such eloquence in the flow of your word weaving: i love the dark imagery and depth of your poetic storytelling, especially “ Webs in high branches seem like white funeral shrouds,“ and also your rhymes are captivating and mellifluous. Excellent ending too, pleasure reading this. Sending you light always Hilda Greenhough November 21, 2023 at 6:08 AM Thank you.