I dreamed a dragon oh so small
The size of my foot is all is all
I dreamed his best friend in this dreaming,
A griffin, gold and silver, deeming
To rise on silky wings and fly
As real as rain or you or I
I thought while dreaming
“They’re not a myth
They’re real as rocks
Or diamonds with
The substance of the stuff of time,
of poems and music, fire and wine.
As real as laughter, song or dance.”
This dragon and his friend did prance
And float on puffs of air so small,
Just wing-size was enough for all
They needed to suspend in space
To bounce on wings as fine as lace
And sing to me and float above
My hand and spin, as real as love,
And glint like some exotic gem
And let my smile admire them.
Mrs. Hidley has been writing prose and poetry for her own amusement and that of her family and friends and others for most of her 73 years. And one of her ten grandchildren is named Kalliope. She has lived in Walla Walla, Washington; Frankfurt and Bremerhaven, Germany; Upper New York State; Enid, Oklahoma; Montgomery and Prattville, Alabama; Lubbock, Texas; Dover, Delaware; West Palm Beach, Florida; Goose Bay, Labrador; Washington, D.C.; Fairfield, California; Omaha, Nebraska; and now resides in Ojai (Nest-of-the-Moon), California, where she continues to write.
Sparks of Calliope 