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ice storm
January 2008 
Ice Dragon
Posted on Dec 16th, 2007
by 
Lucente
Lucente
I heard you during the still of night;
Cracking and crashing as you moved 'round.
The weight of ice too much to bear;
Weary of the weight, your limbs began to tear.
Cracking and crashing;
Then ... Nothing. Not a sound.
Only the bitter and frigid night's cold;
Until the next move of the Dragon ...
Cracking and crashing as you moved 'round.
The weight of ice too much to bear;
Weary of the weight, your limbs began to tear.
Cracking and crashing;
Then ... Nothing. Not a sound.
Only the bitter and frigid night's cold;
Until the next move of the Dragon ...
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Such a wonderful piece! Great photo!
Thanks so much, Martha! I don't write much poetry … However, these words just came to me as I remembered the “ice dragon” which stomped through the woods around my home.
Interesting image, “an ice dragon.” Normally, they breathe fire. This one breathed ice. Hum? Food for thought. Dragons are scary, mythical, powerful creatures. That piece of snapped off trunk looks like a mouth in a frozen scream.
My youngest son used to be so interested in dragons. He would read about them, spend afternoons drawing dragons and entertain me as he described all sorts of things about the dragons of his imagination. There are stories of “ice dragons” as well as fire-breathing dragons. During that first night after the storm it was as if one of these mythical creatures was breathing ice and snapping branches in the dead quiet of the freeze.