Dragonfly Minty sea that waved along whilst I in our mellow boat of twine- sat beneath an apple sky. Its fellow stars hidden by a blazen blue, you, in all your physical attire 3 cornered hat and a coroners coat, blackened by the drips of tar. At the waters edge, crusty granules of crystal sea salt, try to chug the ships course. Winding downwards in a spiral of nauticism, we burn the trail behind as light as air, we whisk along. Our 'Dragonfly'. Merrily she sails as gales give way to a stormy haze. The hatches locked, we've come a-cropper on a strange isle. A sort of horizen A sort of rim Its mountainous vales beckon us in. Beyond the foreign eyes that watch us, a smokey beam of red and green gives way- as its size grows and grows and grows and grows This lizard being, being in flight, oh dragon a plight that takes our breath away. Below, burnt grass. And we, on watered glass... sit waiting for this wild animal to take us home- in time for dinner.
