Lullaby for a Dragon Baby (for Josephina TuTu Waring)
There is no hush in this lullaby for a dragon baby
who breaks the bough with bottled fists
escapes the armored cradle stealing swords
from terra cotta men to slash the Ming canopy
and loose the butterflies that will free
Ho Chi Minh from the fire.
Fill her princess bowl with rose petals and apricots
and rusty shackles, will settle at the bottom
beneath curls of cinnamon bark calling ancient spirits.
So she will remember after the pink dance,
after the red night, after the blue walk,
to clutch her thick ankles in brown hands
open the heart of her lap on yellow grass
and sing.
--June 2014
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For my niece who can fly.
Other stories by Yasmin Elaine Waring
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Astonishing. *
Thank you so much Beate!
This is wonderful. I'm especially blown away by the last line. *
Gorgeous! *
Thank you Matthew and Charlotte for your kind words.
"So she will remember after the pink dance,
after the red night, after the blue walk,
to clutch her thick ankles in brown hands
open the heart of her lap on green grass
and sing."
Very fine, Yasmin, but, boy, I wish that grass were yellow instead of green!
I like your suggestion Bill. The assonance. Good note!