Allen Stover

Connie Wasem

Creative Writing

9 October 2006

Poetry Exercise: Imagery

Dragonback Riding

The cool crisp mountain air hardens the faces of Cadderly and Danica,

As they cling to the dragon's hard scales, holding on for dear life.

Both the faces of Ivan and Pikel were less frozen,

Their thick dwarven bears protecting them from the icy chill.

Woosh, woosh, went ther dragon's leathery wings as he flapped them up and down.

He flew higher, over a snow laced mountain peak that would have so ended the ride.

"All you all right Master Cadderly?" asked the mighty dragon,

Who let out spurts of fire as he spoke in his deep voice.

Cadderly turned away, avoiding the small flames that surely would have burned his eyes.

But to his relief, the dragon's fire provided a warmness that brought the feeling back to Cadderly's face.

"I am fine great dragon," Cadderly answered with a stutter caused by the chattering of his teeth.

"Ask him to go lower," suggested Lady Danica, whose strawberry blong locks were now sprinkled with frost.

"Tis fresh air," Ivan shouted,

His gruff voice echoing through the area.

"Hee Hee Hee," giggled green bearded Pikel, whose grip on the dragon,

Suddenly slipped.

Pikel rolled back twice,

On the dragon's scaly hide.

Just as he was about to fall to his doom,

He reached his stubby hands out and seized the dragon's tail.

Ivan let out a screech of fear when he had seen his brother roll past him,

But when Pikel grabbed onto the dragon's tail,

Ivan shook his head. "Me brother is a dolt."

"Me brudda," cried Pikel, holding onto the dragon's tail as it swayed back and forth.

- Blackstaff