Tumbling clouds in sunlight sky,
That’s a sight to watch go by.
Strange stories are revealed.
A lady flees from a dragon’s lair
All flying skirts and windblown hair.
Through the scene of filtered light,
Speeds her champion, a mighty knight,
Riding bold upon a creature strange.
No sound of thundering hooves are heard,
No snap of flag or trumpet blare.
Only cloud shape and sunlight glare.
They clashed upon a flat topped cloud,
A rip of claw, a slash of sword;
A whorl of power to erupt in fury.
Cloud shaped legs and wings
All hurled in separate ways.
Now the scene is tranquil set,
Is that a pennant flying yet?
Now, blow wind!
Part the skies
Let me see where the lady flies
But the cloud curtain unriven stays
And holds the mystery of her ways.
© Tony Kendrick.
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Well done you… Beautiful and emaginative