Get Your Premium Membership

Snapdragons

Snapdragons (edit) One is a serpent on the wing, the other a butterfly. Each belongs to species created from tissue paper, water, and light. When half-awake I can hear the droning of their nocturnal flights, amber engines rattle cut-glass hangers as they lift off to carpet bomb our dreams. Some are more wolf than dragon, they form packs of loup-garou, and snap at the heavy-handed and too fleshy fingered florists. Those not employed in directing disbelievers toward dragon lore retire to flower as urban myths, their chiffon wings and origami faces masking many a peppery passion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry