No Gods, No Monsters, Just The Mother of Dragons
Is that you, Daenerys Targaryen, in a flame-red frock, and riding the air like a dragon? Is that you burning down the place? What I know of her comes from catching that final episode of Game of Thrones. For eight years, I watched something else. Or nothing else. But I saw that last episode, and it was bloody well worth waiting eight years for. This, for me, is proof that if you play with fire, expect things to burn. Like my neighbour who incinerated her kitchen with a blow torch. Aimed it at a meringue, and set light the net curtains. Fire brigade. Hoses. Water. Foam everywhere. Being a good friend, I invited her over for dinner that night, so she didn’t have to burn anything else. And as for those mothers of dragons, my mum had two. But that’s a story for another time.
It burns bright and loud
Fire from a person’s heart
So save what’s worthy
For GoDogGo Cafe Book Titles “No Gods, No Monsters’. Image from French National Library, Illustrated Manuscripts, cir 14c.©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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