Mother of Dragons

A whisper in the sky
A rustle ‘long the ground
A shiver in the sunlight
A shadow on a cloud.

Hot breeze upon the air
Gold scales upon the ground
The dragon ‘pon the mountain
Watches all around.

Her eyes are swiftly scanning
Her ears are strained to hear
Her tail tip quivers slightly
She’ll protect the load she bears.

Her claws clutch at the stone
She peals unto the air
A warning thunders strong
To all who might come near.

She spreads her wings to fly
She strong legs thrust her high
The load she bears is heavy
She labors towards the sky.

The young within her stir
They yearn to live their life
But ready yet they’re not
To face her world of strife.

Her life has not been easy
The last one of her kind
Men pursue and hunt her hard
No solace can she find.

The mother of a dying race
She longs for what she’s lost
The only hope she knows
Comes not without a cost.

The young that are inside her
Could kill her in their birth
They know not what she’ll give
To bring their young lives forth.


She lands into her cave
Her belly swollen tight
She crawls with rumbling groans
Her eyes are all alight.

Next morning out they crawl
Twelve new dragon beings
They crawl out towards the sun
To flap their glistening wings.

Their mother follows close
She keeps them all in tow
Her body slim and sleek
Her crooning soft and low.

Her happiness is boundless
She watches with delight
She does not wait to growl
If one goes out of sight.

Her race is now remade
Twelve new dragons live
Raising voices to the sun
Loud roarings now they give.

Tessa Edwards