Oddly Opalescent Opaleye

Day 17 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is O

Oddly Opalescent Opaleye

opalescent eyes
reflect fresh blood stains upon
nature’s own buffet

© Perle Champion


So many of todragon 22day’s myths were once legend, and I wonder if they have a basis in some ancient past.  I wonder if real dragons once roamed the earth.  Did the story of dragons begin with the sighting of dinosaurs? Did the story get passed down through oral history through the generations?  We’ll never know for sure, but I choose to believe that in some way they once shared our earth.

The Opaleye is a medium-sized dragon, often weighing 2-3 tonnes. It was iridescent, pearly scales and pupil-less eyes that match, making it widely known as the most beautiful dragon around. It is not incredibly aggressive and produces a scarlet flame. Opaleyes prefer to eat sheep.* http://www.hp-lexicon.org/bestiary/dragons.html

C is for Cawing Crows and Crumbs

Day 3 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is C100_4280
C is for Cawing Crows and Crumbs

Cawing crows announce
Hard crumbs strewn across the yard
Birdbath’s now bread soup

Mother’s back yard is a sanctuary where all the leavings of the table are tossed out to the enjoyment of every bird, squirrel, and heaven knows what other creatures venture on the periphery of the perpetual feast she provides.

The crows fascinate and annoy.  There is always a lookout, and when the bounty appears, the call goes out.  The flock arrives swiftly and and perches on the high wires and in the trees then descend together.

They don’t like old 100_1860bread much less that that is gone hard as croutons.  We watch in fascination as one by one they take the large pieces of old bread and dunk them in the birdbath until it a veritable bread soup.

Dreams Held Close (haiku)

dreams told come not true

night’s velvet cloak holds gems, so

spew nightmares instead.


The world of childhood, did it die, or did the childish – I

Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners

of my mind – she’s there, I know it.

What great calamity sent her hie to hide

away from day

What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,

what fall for her

was the one that brought the words

no more


I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but  she flees through veils of

of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo

ancient tears she cried