by Richard Vince

A cartoon dragon inked in
Rain and shadows stretched
Despondently across a sky
Of glowing turquoise and
Liquid gold.

I danced between emerald fields
Of clouds on legs as my
Magic carpet of metal and glass
Hurtled across a secret garden
I had forgotten was there.

Imagination is the most
Precious of metals: it can be
Forged into a better world when
One is needed, or it can
Alloy with the everyday to
Make magic.


Posted on 01/17/2018
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by John Herzog on 01/17/18 at 09:15 PM

Magic, indeed. You never lost it.

Posted by Brian Francis on 01/18/18 at 02:50 PM

Oh yes it can it can be. Well said! I like this for its imagery and message. --bf

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