at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ today we’re stepping into the world of fantasy ~ see how our imaginations are running…
Two shotguns let go
and echo through woods.
A thunderclap of crows
explode from the trees,
flecks of soot
swirling on the breeze.
Gathering their wits
they flap slowly over fields,
drifting low as if flying
is not worth the energy.
and gradually this flock morphs
into dragon smoke.
It catches an air current, writhes
down river, chasing the day
to its flare-out point.
This sinuous darkening cloud,
breathing
stretching
reforming
as it smokes downstream.
Heat draws it on
to the setting sun.
As it reaches the estuary
a glow beats in its heart.
Turns into a flicker,
quickens.
Flames swallow smoke.
Dragon fire blazes,
scorches,
then flares apart.
And a of flock fire birds heads out to sea.