The Dragon Healer – A “Tanka”


Welcome to my contribution to my weekly #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. This week, I tweaked the prompt word of “craft” to “approach,” and I changed “rise” to “rises.”

Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can modify the meaning of your Tanka poetry in many ways. Don’t be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings pack the most punch in your poetry. Play with the words for different reactions.

The best poetry has layers of meaning.

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The Dragon Healer

Awaiting her fate –
the girl perfects her approach
with a healing touch.
The dragon rises and sighs
a mellowed-out breath of thanks.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

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The Tale of Dracon and Anarion Jones

This poem speaks to my soul! Amazing prose from the Dragon’s Lair and my friend, Wendy Anne Darling!!! WOW!

The Dragon's Lair

DRAGONSThe Tale of Dracon and Anarion Jones

Anarion Jones, with her dark hair flying

Walks Welsh mountainsides on tiptoe,

As if she purely skims this Earth

Yet never touches it.

Dreaming of flying, her long skirt rustling,

like a flurry of autumn leaves

She bathes in banks of daffodils

Their sun-warmed scent like perfume on her silken skin.

Here, she is herself, far from the fury of the fighting,

The joy of life surrounds her like a cloak.

The distant screams of swords and men

Are swallowed whole, an offering to the wind.

Nobody comes here; she is alone, she thinks

Yet, today, amongst the breezes, lies a presence.

Something different in her usual world

Something warm, mysterious.

“Be not afraid, my little one.”

A lilting voice speaks softly in the listening air

And eyes, the size of dinner plates,

Blink back at her from cover of a bush.


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Out of the Dragon’s Lair – A Haiku


The RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #95 words are: “Dragon & Invite.” Fantasy images are dancing in my head!

What a fabulous visual I get of dragons, their scaly tails wiping the air as the heavy beating of their wings is heard far below. I can see the terror exploding in the eyes of the people witnessing the sight. A smell of brimstone drapes across the land. The inevitability of it all leaves the people resigned to their fate. There in only one who can save them… The Dragon Slayer!

The Dragon Slayer

The summons is clear –

as dragon wings lash the air,

our demise is near.

You win or you die


The Dragon’s Lair

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The dragon’s lair beckons you –

Smokey incense trails billow from their gaping mouths

filling the air with acrid plumes of hazy smoke.

Dark bilious columns twist and coil, as

they slither in unison – sisters and brothers as one.

The dragon’s lair entices you –

welcomes you, as it

hypnotizes you with each terrifying stare.

You are solid stone – your heavy soul unmovable, unable to exact.

Your thoughts …

The dragon’s lair controls YOU.