Chris G. Vaillancourt

Freshman - 618 Points (April 5,1959 / Canada)

A Boy And The Dragons - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping
like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from
a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction.

Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy
is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood,
he becomes a symbol of self appreciation.
Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game.
It is his only means of achieving satisfaction.
A reaction would disturb the molecules from
their expected conclusion.

The boy does not realize how close he is
to potential danger. If he awakens the
dragons, he awakens his death.

Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are dreaming
of future conquests. Illusionary REM's of human
body parts dancing in their heads. Helpless
after a day of mass frustration. Hopeless
after a time of complete desolation.

The boy is finished his game. He smiles
to himself at his clever disguises. Yesterday he
was a soldier in the war of indifference. Today
he is a hero, a legend in his own mind.

He screams in abandoned pleasure. He
yells because he can. Racing through the woods
until he comes upon the entrance to a cave.

Takes a breath, than slowly enters in.
The dragons are no longer sleeping. They are
preening their scales in preparation. Their red
soul-less eyes look at the boy. The boy, with
his brown empty eyes looks at the dragons.

None of them make a move.

Each of them recognize the emptiness of the other.


Comments about A Boy And The Dragons by Chris G. Vaillancourt

  • Rookie - 42 Points Adheez Van Der Beanthz (8/26/2013 3:43:00 PM)

    interesting poem that written so clever
    wonderful, and i really like it (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,396 Points Ken E Hall (11/28/2009 1:14:00 AM)

    Yor poem certainly wakes you up on a sleepy afternoon as the boy with his own dragon goes thru the experience of life, meaning more than is said ++++++10
    regards (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Philip Winchester (11/11/2009 4:46:00 AM)

    Wow, What a story? I was that Boy, I was that Dragon, Fantastic work.
    Very very Clever, I am in awe and have had to slay a few dragons in my time and can speak from knowing experience.
    Have you ever read any Edmund Spencer? 1552-1599 'The Faerie Queen'
    If you ever have an hour or two to spare...you will be inspired.
    Kind Regards
    Philip (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Peter Langsford (10/19/2009 11:05:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem, very descriptive (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Irene Clark-hogg (10/16/2009 7:38:00 PM)

    A nice piece of prose.
    I love stories about dragons.
    Irene (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shane Linville (10/16/2009 12:59:00 PM)

    An excellent piece of work (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Laurie Morgan (10/16/2009 5:25:00 AM)

    amazing write. powerful and intense. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (10/16/2009 12:03:00 AM)

    This is wonderful, Chris. A thoroughly readable and beautifully written mix of the mythological and the everyday. Your description of your masturbating 'boy' is straightforward without dipping into the pornographic. I love his screams in abandoned pleasure 'just because he can'. Your poetic phrasing rings true and I look forward to reading more from your very talented pen. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Andrew Blakemore (10/15/2009 2:07:00 PM)

    An excellent piece of work Chris, very well written indeed. Best wishes, Andrew (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 270 Points Kesav Easwaran (10/15/2009 8:11:00 AM)

    the dragon sleep dragon dreams and dragon awakening...innocent self-possessive mirths pitched against potential casualites...of life
    symbolic...style of narration compelling...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, July 1, 2011


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