I’ve never considered myself much of an artist but I love to doodle, and those books called ‘How To Draw…’ suit me really well. This particular doodle is based on a design by Paul Bryn Davies from his book ‘How To Draw Dragons in Simple Steps.’ It’s not completely finished, but I’m pretty happy with where it is now.
This weekend I hit 50,000 words for Darkened Daughter so I decided to treat myself to some sketching. I’m awful at drawing straight from my brain, I have to have some image or picture in order to get the proportions right, but I still find it a great way to unwind.
Her
This?
This is my world.
Swirling, spinning, stretching…
warmth.
Here, the mountains grow from seeds
sewn from goblin hands.
Those not cared for
become hunched and crag faced.
Ugly black stone
with jagged snatches of flint
dug in too deep
for uprooting.
The trees arrived after.
Fully grown they wandered in,
branches creaking with fatigue,
too tired to wander any further.
They only stopped to rest a short while.
Like me.
The river?
The river I can’t say.
It was here before me
but not after.
When I go
it will long have dried up.
Snaked up into itself with a slurp.
The birds, I think, know.
They were here back then.
Ask the owls.
They always know more than they tell.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
This is an interesting poem. If I were to look at your drawing and then read the poem, I may assume that the speaker of the poem is a dragon, buried beneath the mountain. However, I do like that it’s open to interpretation. It could definitely mean more than one thing.
Nicely done.
Thank you very much. I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
That doodle is really nice and perfectly pairs up with your wonderfully penned poem 🙂
Thank you. 😀
Most welcome 🙂