There’s a dragon on my wall
his great eyes have seen all
that I never wanted
him to see –
everything and every one
that I could
never be.
He’s seen the secrets
that I’ve long kept under covers,
the wishes never recovered,
and now my soul’s as dark as coal
for the dreams – they never took hold
and now I’m simply
too old.
Painting © Coe Kitten
Morrighan's Muse 
What a melancholy little poem.
Thank you. This painting is hanging right in my studio at the moment (temporarily and not mine) and I just had to write something about him before he flew away.
Even a temporary inspiration is better than none at all.
great inspiration and amazing words!
Beautiful painting. Willy and I are a bit partial to Dragon art :-). I love how your poem ties the angry eye of the dragon to the witness of a life spent with unfulfilled dreams. It evokes many reflections.
Thanks, Willy! The eye really does get you! It’s an unfinished painting in my studio (not mine) and now I want to start painting again! Tick off one of those unfulfilled dreams 😉