Poem: "Plush Dragons"
This poem came out of the March 4, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by 
thnidu. It also fills the "traveling" square in my 1-31-14 card for the
origfic_bingo fest.
"Plush Dragons"
Most people think of dragons
as gold or silver, metallic visions
of magic and mystery.
Some think of chromatic dragons,
red and blue and green, black and white.
It is the plush dragons
who go everywhere,
hiding in plain sight,
riding on shoulders.
They are alive without life,
speaking without breath,
able to flit from one body to another.
They are always traveling,
clinging to a self-mobile perch,
peeking out from under someone's hair
at a bardic circle or a joust.
They are familiars, muses,
assistants, associates,
slipping between the cracks
of assumption and myth --
invulnerable and ubiquitous
in ways the great wyrms
could never be.
thnidu. It also fills the "traveling" square in my 1-31-14 card for the
origfic_bingo fest.
"Plush Dragons"
Most people think of dragons
as gold or silver, metallic visions
of magic and mystery.
Some think of chromatic dragons,
red and blue and green, black and white.
It is the plush dragons
who go everywhere,
hiding in plain sight,
riding on shoulders.
They are alive without life,
speaking without breath,
able to flit from one body to another.
They are always traveling,
clinging to a self-mobile perch,
peeking out from under someone's hair
at a bardic circle or a joust.
They are familiars, muses,
assistants, associates,
slipping between the cracks
of assumption and myth --
invulnerable and ubiquitous
in ways the great wyrms
could never be.