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Poem: "Nesting Season" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Nesting Season"

This poem was written outside the fishbowls.  It belongs to the Monster House series, which you can explore further through the Serial Poetry page.  It has been sponsored by rix_scaedu.


Nesting Season


The screeching and jingling sounds
drew me behind the high school.
There at the edge of the playground,
tangled in the chain-link fence,
was a dragon.

She smelled of sun-baked metal,
heated even in the cool spring air.
Her voice held the bonging and clanging
of aluminum pipes.
The Eye of Fate showed me
that she was the size of a giraffe,
all long neck and legs and tail.

When I tried to approach,
she hissed at me
and flapped her screen-door wings.
Magic fizzed and sparked around her,
dripping onto the pavement
to sizzle like acid.

I worried that someone might come,
even after school,
and see her and freak out.
Clearly I would have to do something,
and soon.

I sat cross-legged on the ground
and spoke to her in soothing tones
the way I did when the radiator dragon
got spooked at home.
Once she calmed down,
I carefully untangled her
from the remains of the fence
and stepped away.

Then I pried the lid off the garbage can
that held the aluminum cans for recycling.
She snatched them up,
packing them together between her paws
until she had a large ball
that chinkled as she turned it over.

She flew away,
the quick wind of her passage
flinging dust and trash in my face.
I raked my hair out of the way
and listened to her wingbeats fading.

From below came another sound,
like the tinkling of tiny bells.
Sure enough, the magic had
eaten through the pavement
and in the potholes
sprouts of silver bells emerged,
their white flowers replaced
by pure metal.

Well ... maybe no one would notice that.

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ladymondegreen From: ladymondegreen Date: April 17th, 2012 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
I love the last image.
wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: April 17th, 2012 04:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I love this icon!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 17th, 2012 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm happy to hear that.

Beautiful icon you have, too.
ladymondegreen From: ladymondegreen Date: April 17th, 2012 03:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Thank you!

Thank you for creating it!

Credit for the icon goes to fluidic_icons
wyld_dandelyon From: wyld_dandelyon Date: April 17th, 2012 04:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, right.

Actually, those sound like wonderful jewelry findings!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 17th, 2012 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)

Yes...

fayanora From: fayanora Date: April 17th, 2012 04:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Metal flowers, cool!
rix_scaedu From: rix_scaedu Date: April 17th, 2012 07:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Depending on the school art department they might get mistaken for an art project...
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 17th, 2012 07:56 am (UTC) (Link)

*laugh*

Brilliant cover story. Must remember that one.
cat_sanctuary From: cat_sanctuary Date: April 17th, 2012 04:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Liked and linked.
janetmiles From: janetmiles Date: April 18th, 2012 01:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Hm. Why the aluminum cans? Is that what this dragon eats, or does she collect it the way some dragons collect gold, or what?
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 18th, 2012 01:35 am (UTC) (Link)

Well...

It's what she was after, messing about with the fence. I think it's for nesting material.
janetmiles From: janetmiles Date: April 18th, 2012 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Well...

I just realized that when I saw the comment in my email, with the title *and* the comment together. I am an idiot, and I apologize for not reading for content.
aubergine_pilot From: aubergine_pilot Date: September 21st, 2012 07:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Totally a conceptual art project by one of the seniors, yep. Those flowers are assuredly not anything but sculpture. As to the recycling... it's amazing what raccoons can do, huh?

(Hey, if Old Lady Ghost can be taken for a fluffy-winged angel...)

"Dragon whisperer, among other things" seems a wondrous thing to grow up into.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: September 22nd, 2012 01:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Yes...

>>Totally a conceptual art project by one of the seniors, yep. Those flowers are assuredly not anything but sculpture. As to the recycling... it's amazing what raccoons can do, huh?<<

Heh, yeah. ;)

>> (Hey, if Old Lady Ghost can be taken for a fluffy-winged angel...) <<

The trick is to let the mundanes think up their own explanations.

>> "Dragon whisperer, among other things" seems a wondrous thing to grow up into. <<

That's where the latest ghost story, "Learning at the Wheel," is headed. Somebody suggested, long ago, that she'd be good at finding just the right home for different monsters; and it stuck.
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