poetry – Page 16 – Jordyn Saelor

In gradients

Green dragons are immortal. Nights hunt dragons. I’m not a dragon or a dragonologist but I do

8- Gredients

Acid breath has no practical purpose for a hunting creature. Hunting supplies food for eating and acid corrodes what you’d eat. Fire breath, too, might scorch your meal just as easily as cook

Previous Chapters *** Wind I got in with a spell Sliptide told me. I got in shielding myself with a summoning circle around my knees with runes for sanity, speed, and resolve. I got in, muttering under my breath, “Clarak, slar, helva garden rill tiv lo wisphel li o caral o tara car y (open,Continue reading “Wind & Qind”

Bind & Kind

Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do

Mind

You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and

7- Muse my dragon

If you poke a sleeping dragon they don’t wake. Why do I know? Cuz Sliptide poked her lover fifty times in her sleep the first night I was there. So I left the den, realizing otherwise

I asked Sliptide

I asked Sliptide one night under the spinning moons and planet’s rings if she’d ever met a witch before. Not because I wondered about you, Clarissa; mountain dragons and green dragons have fundamentally different

Welcome to the Realm of Green Dragons

acid souls, dreamer knolls, emerald scales, shale-tough tails. Forest peaks, spruce-blue trees, poison shrouds, wing-swept clouds. My green dragon ride called herself Sliptide, or the equivalent in her slippery serpent language. I practiced her

6- up again

(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the

5- down with

how long do you think it took me to leave? Not just leave The City, but leave the icy sun, stone mesa and copper domes where people and rats lived? The kid who