Saturday 7 January 2017

IONA'S POEMS: The Water Dragon


Iona loves to write stories and poems. I think she’ll be a writer; she seems to have the gift. Here is one she wrote today for school. With illustration! They are doing ‘Dragons’.



 The Water Dragon

Far away in the distance,
Asleep on a rock there lies,
Still as a boulder the egg of a dragon
The sky wrapping it in a blanket of fog.
Without warning, twitch, twitch, crack!
First a tail,
With sapphire scales,
Then a claw,
Then another, then another,
A nose, nostrils flared,
Sniffing the air,
The shell shatters into tiny shards,
Eyes blue as the lake where the mother lives,
Scales sharp, as the father’s roar,
Horns, quartz white, his fierce protectors,
Must go to his mum, must go to his mum,
Trees murmur “this way, this way!"
He staggers through the autumn leaves,
Red, orange and gold,
He can taste the coldness of the air,
The lake’s ahead!
He scrambles down the bank
His feet splash in the water
He’s happy. He’s home

Iona Rowland, aged 8 ¾


5 comments:

DollMum said...

Well done Iona - great use of descriptive words, delicate and bold to build up a very believable picture and story of the new born dragon.

Theodora said...

Thank you! I shall pass the comments on to Iona and remind her that she can actually read them herself on this blog. She will be delighted to have received a comment. xxx

Wasi said...

What a fabulous and lovely poem - Well done!

Dee said...

A very clever young lady who writes wonderful poems :)

Theodora said...

She will be delighted to see your comment, Dee!