Ten p.m. drapery of fog

Mere inches ahead

In an obscured backyard

Now unfamiliar territory

Feeling freaked

And not reassured

By my dogs’ growls

Peering through concealing mist

Goliath-sized creature

Wings slowly lifting

Smudging the sky

I close my eyes

As it ascends into the dense ceiling

Almost hearing the futile pounding

Of the waning crescent

On its stubborn Impenetrability

Dogs begin a low protest

Crescendoing into a shattering howl

Live Oaks dwarfed

By what can only be

A dragon in the fog …


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image:  The Mist Dragon, Andre Ma, Deviant Art



Maybe dragons were

Surviving pterodactyls

Fire breathing?

Apocryphal, possible

Like migratory birds

Perhaps “wintering”

Down South

Missing the

Slamming of the meteors

In the North

Revenge against the

North-South Polarity

Where the upper compass point

Conquers the lower one


I like creating scenarios

Imagining those flying dinosaurs

To be like today’s Snow Birds

Coming out of the northern frost

Onto our sunny southern beaches

Imagining those flying dinosaurs

Surviving until heroes

Like Beowulf and St. George

Risked their lives

To kill those noxious destroyers

But then,

Other cultures

Like the Chinese,

Have elevated them

So what is the truth

Not the myth

About the dragons

That we know today

As pterodactyls

My favorite dinosaur

By the way…


© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: “Pterodactylus kochi in Wien” by A,Ocram – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pterodactylus_kochi_in_Wien.JPG#/media/File:Pterodactylus_kochi_in_Wien.JPG