My scales become prizes for those strong enough,
Beautiful gems hard and tough.
In my softly curled claws, I hold my only friend,
Evelyn.
She is a water pixie, misted with light blue.
She loves to bathe and play in the leftover morning dew.
Her species and I are having to hide from some wretched men.
They're wishing we could return to the old times of "then."
I’m growing too old to carry on and leave,
My faerie friends will die out if everyone disbelieves.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- 85 WORD PICTURE PROMPT 11 - SIXTEEN ENTRIES by ShelleyA.
600 points, ended May 18, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I am guessing this is a dragon talking. It is well written from that perspective and yes I did like it you did a good job on the write. Thank you for sharing.
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A good write and interpretation of the picture prompt. Heartfelt and imaginative. Good imagery, flow, rhyme and tone. Vivid descriptives. Good word choice, alliteration and nice assonance. Thank you for your entry.
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Thank you for entering my short poems contest. Thias is a very interesting read that is filled with vivid images.
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i love the rhyming! and the name... evelyn, i have been planning on naming my first daughter that for a while... lol. its a pretty name. and i believe in faeries!
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