Sleeping Dragon
The dragon is the dark emerald hill,
sleeping soundly, peaceful and still.
Wispy clouds are the dragon’s silver smoke,
trailing long like a giant’s cloak.
The crisp fallen leaves are shed dragon scales,
twisting tree roots their resting tail.
Look out for soil cracks from fierce dragon claws,
where talons once slashed, slit and tore.
Watch out for a sly, bright-planet-eyed peek:
dragons like to play hide-and-seek.
Tiptoe softly through their deepening cave.
Only proceed if feeling brave.
For sunset is spent fiery dragon flame
no one on Earth can ever tame.
sleeping soundly, peaceful and still.
Wispy clouds are the dragon’s silver smoke,
trailing long like a giant’s cloak.
The crisp fallen leaves are shed dragon scales,
twisting tree roots their resting tail.
Look out for soil cracks from fierce dragon claws,
where talons once slashed, slit and tore.
Watch out for a sly, bright-planet-eyed peek:
dragons like to play hide-and-seek.
Tiptoe softly through their deepening cave.
Only proceed if feeling brave.
For sunset is spent fiery dragon flame
no one on Earth can ever tame.
This poem is copyright (©) Linda Middleton 2026
About the Writer
Linda Middleton
Linda Middleton lives in the East of England and enjoys writing poetry for children. Some of her poems have found beautiful homes in The Caterpillar, The Dirigible Balloon, Little Thoughts Press, Northern Gravy, Tyger Tyger and several anthologies. One of Linda’s poems was selected by Candlestick Press for Twelve Poems for 2025. In her spare time, she can be found walking through her local woods and enjoying the wonders of nature, often with the seed of a new poem in her heart.
