Easter is right around the corner and this week’s short offering is another poem, this time a sonnet. I wrote this after my daughter lopped the head off a dragon. I’m not joking, just look at the picture below.
Ruby and the Dragon
Standing in royal hue, wet and bright, her eyes the color of the skies
A mere feet tall, sword raised high, she awaits the fell swoop
The big blue basilisk spews forth his smoke as he flies
A streak of cobalt splitting the storm levels the piercing whoop
Silvery blade hefted in the grip of the pink-fisted babe, poised
Around, circles that deceptive drake, head awaiting the decisive crack
Timing is paramount for the lighted bairn to be immortalized
Sword slicing the storm delivers the weighed whack
The darkened boulders and the shimmering pines are set to praise
The magic from the foundation of Your world proclaimed in psalm,
Out of the mouth of babes You have ordained strength to defeat the Enemy all his days
His Leviathan head dangles by a thread to the roar of the elated throng
Her ruby red hands hold her steel
Straight down the throat of that monstrous eel
Nice poem. I think the solution to my difficulty at understanding poetry is lack of pictures. Thanks! The picture helped.