Dragon 2

This week I have been a dragon, fire breathing.
My scales are supple,
my wings unfolded wipe men from horses.
I curve back my neck and roar smoke and cinders.

And in the story I am a hero,
I use my flames to fight good fights
and hold out in dragonly hope.
This week I have been a dragon
and that is how I am.

Dragon 1

This week I have been a dragon, fire breathing.
My scales are supple,
my wings unfolded wipe men from horses.
I curve back my neck and roar smoke and cinders.

But in the story I am not a hero,
though I wish my flames on no-one
and when I can do good.
This week I have been a dragon
but now I want to stop.

He might have been a lead character

He might have been a lead character in an airport novel. His jaw was granite hard and stubbled, his t-shirt tight across wide shoulders and chest. If he sensed injustice, his flint-blue eyes would flash fire, his biceps tighten and, as his fists clenched, the scars on his knuckles would whiten. He looked up at the clock.

Two men the size and shape of tapered wardrobes walked slowly into the bar. They stopped. One smiled. “Hello Fluffy.”