Not to Fight the Dragon, Then
Mother Combs' 6W6L "November Rain" Challenge
Inside the empty Brobdingnagian hose, dreams
lay dying as drowned canopy down.
A wee fireman plucks what’s left,
the watery serpent drained away, below;
Autumn’s arson was arrested yellow. There
glow nothing-splashes of a new November.
A/N: Mother Combs' challenge below.
If autumn leaves of red, orange, and yellow could be imagined to be a fire-breathing dragon, then this little boy was hoping to fight that beast with a ginormous yellow fire hose. But the street had a drain, and the rain came first, making his hose remain empty in all the wet with not even a puddle to splash in.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (12)
‘A wee fireman’. That in itself was wonderfully visual and brought back childhood imagination. This is beautiful
Well now. Showing your genius again, Mackenzie. This is great and sorry only just got to it! Fine piece of writing!
'Autumn’s arson was arrested yellow' is an amazingly gorgeous line!
Great job! A very creative entry Mackenzie!
Your poem freaking blew my mind! I also learned a new word, brobdingnagian. I can't even pronounce it, lol! This was such a wonderful poem!
Well done! I enjoyed this💙Anneliese
this is great :)
An imaginative take on the challenge.
Oh wow! I love learning new words :) This was a really sweet poem, Mackenzie :)
Wonderful. "A wee fireman" gave me a huge smile.
That poor disappointed little fireman! I must admit, I needed the explanatory note, but with it, it all came together.
Bravo! Well-done. Love it. <3