(shutterstock – public domain – fractal art/poly dragon – photoshopped)
There’ s a dragon sitting in my head,
not breathing fire unless I refuse
to give him a role in my latest work
to pretend he’s not in my head at all but just
a figment, imaginèd.
In shadow behind the dragon
a silvery unicorn prances,
slipping in and out of mist,
taking his chances
I’ll add him to the story,
wild and moon-kissed
Hunting (both dragon and unicorn),
seeking friendship, not conquest,
fae creatures try
to convince me they’re wonderful and strange,
not just like every other sentient being
under the sky.
(Magical families and travels
or fantasy love and crime
don’t differ from the mundane kind;
they’re merely more exotic
and in my mind.)
They make incessant noise in my head,
these uninvited guests of mine,
chattering day and night.
Sometimes I’d like some peace and quiet,
all for myself, and so…
I love this! Especially the unicorn taking its chances… ❤
Well, they do, you know!! Unicorns feature heavily in my Living Fae series so I’ve got to know them well!! And when I’ve finished with my dragon detective (some time early next year) I intend to polish my ‘Virgin and the Unicorn’ story. So not only do they take chances, they succeed!!