This is a collaborative piece – apologies if the order is not quite right – the players in no particular order were @VelvetinaPurrs
@marousia @fumanchucat @peterwilkin1 @amoz1939 @novatwitman egged on by @simonscotland. It was great fun and completely spontaneous. There was no prearranged sequence of turns.
We had been playing around with FF and identifying those who had a love of dragons. I sent out a hash tag – #dragonishrenga and the mayhem began.
When reading this remember that with renga the important thing to watch is what happens BETWEEN the links. Here is our crazy dragon quilt for your pleasure.
The crescent moon smiles/ the sea catches silver light/ a dragon stretches
Dragons run riot ~ sprinkling us with magic dust ~ our brains are addled
Amethyst dragon ~ singing old George Formby songs ~ playing a banjo
the dragons roar music fire ~ bright stars race the night (Err!)
With unfurled tail and high polished spikes / the beast muse stalks my thoughtful words *7/7*
Silver dragon tap-dancing ~ he thinks he is Fred Astaire
An amber dragon ~ gliding around the ballroom ~ like Ginger Rogers
And now I see a natty dragon/ he wears spats and sports a cane
A thunder clap over head/ the dragons chase lightning now
Dragons chase lightning ~ drop it on @fumanchucat ~ her hair turns silver 😉
And that’s not the only thing dragon/ drops for he is not litter trained
Swoop left right up down searching/ preys sighted the hunt begins 7/7
Our dreams race trails ~ dragons fearless magic arc ~ we hold their tails
Frowns ~ toilet paper in her hand ~ dragons howl laughing
Baby dragon belches now/ sniggers better out than in
Sitting down for lunch ~ tying bibs round dragons’ necks ~ such messy eaters
Dragon sulks-the others not serious/wanna hunt now!!! *pouts*
Babies asleep watched by one/ the others set out to hunt
For lunch young dragons have cast-off words / of poets and writers, near and far
With stubby claws they stalk their prey/ these beasts of lore, these guardians of words
The morsels they seek ~ all bad to be consumed ~ guardians of good
Baby dragons wait ~fairy dust on their wings ~taking baby steps
Edding large tears of sadness ~ see baby dragons grow up
Poor squires of York ~polishing claws of dragons ~and their scales too
Boom boom extra boom ~hunt of dragons begin now ~weapons words only
Swoop left right up down searching/ preys sighted the hunt begins 7/7
With unfurled tail and high polished spikes / the beast muse stalks my thoughtful words