Dragon to the Knight

(Extended Title: The Discussed Dragon to the Knight in Shinny Armour. -Alternate Title: Armour for Amor-)

You come at me
With armor on your knee.
You're covered in silver
And shout, "I will kill her!"

I raise my scaly jaws
And ready my sharp claws.
We're to go through the motions
So you can smell the lady's lotions.

Or we could change it all!
T'would be quick, none would fall.
We don't have to fight,
For I'd carry you by flight!

The girl in the tower,
I, in my power, and
You with a sword and shield
Could avoid this battlefield.*



(I do not own this picture.)

*So I feel like this piece needs a bit of background so that the specific meaning is not lost in interpretation. This poem comes from my love for fairy tales (especially fractured ones) and a perspective of a girl who finds herself fancying a guy. His intentions for a girl surface, but she is not the one he pursues. His mission is for another girl. Since he doesn't choose her, it can make her feel ugly (much like a dragon in the human's opinion). The poem captures her begging to be chosen instead of having her heart broken.

Paint Chip Poetry!

    A friend of mine came across an activity called Paint Chip Poetry, so we had to try it.

    First, we found some paint chips in the store that had poetic-sounding names. Second, we cut each color separate from the others so we could share easily. Lastly, we wrote a short something for each color and tried to make it sound poetic (though not rhyming exactly).

   Below is my finished product and a picture I found to accompany it. If you want to see the colors that inspired the sentence(s), click on the color name and it takes you to a picture of that color. Enjoy!

She loves this Island View. Sitting on the steps of her coastal cottage and enjoying the serenity of the moment.

A ray of Summer Haze Light bounces off of the yard's flowers she watches dancing in the breeze.

Their Whimsical Green stems bending back and forth in the saline air.

The Marigold Petals are a cheerful sight in contrast to her lonely musings.

A Touch of Gold reflects from the flowers, making her house on top of this hill like the sun with the waves in backdrop.

Her Old Mahogany rocking chair creaks on beat with the waves which had become as familiar as her own heartbeat.

Smoke Gray is the colors of clouds far off which match her eyes. Eyes which have seen this view for over eighty years but never exhausted the pleasure it brought. She sighs peacefully. A storm approaches in the distance, but she will not be here when it rains.












(I do not own this picture.)