Transformation #poem #SampleSunday

This was in the Southern Indiana Writers’ 1997 anthology, DRAGON: OUR TALES.

by Marian Allen

I was a tender maid,
muscles firm, eyes bright.
my skin is wrinkled leather
covered with rough white scales.
I make noise walking;
my body large, unwieldy.
And do I guard my treasure?
Hoard it with bitter jealousy,
gloating, pinning it firmly
beneath my reddened claws?
I do.
“I do.”
We spoke those words
of brightest power and the spell
began. The decades of enchantment
ended when the life of the enchanter
See what I have become.
And what is left but treasure?
Coin, jewels, artifacts, remembrances
still warm from the enthrallment,
charming my heart to holocaust,
burning my eyes with salt.
Dim are the eyes of my reflection,
smoke-dim from the flame
that burns inside,
consuming me
as once the flame consumed
the tender maid.


DRAGON: OUR TALES is available in print and for Kindle.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character suddenly becomes acutely aware of a change that has gradually come over them.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Transformation #poem #SampleSunday

  1. Jane

    March 6, 2017 at 7:46am

    Excellent, as always.

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