The Dance of the Sky Dragon

“They moved in dance steps too intricate for the noninitiated eye to imitate or understand. Clearly they were of one soul. Handsome, rangy, wildly various, they were bound in total loyalty, not by oath, but by the simple, unquestioning belongingness of part of one organism.”

― Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine

Every summer they would dance. It was supposed to be a metaphor or a prayer to bring good weather, not too hot and just enough rain. They called it the dance of the sky dragon. The kids who had not yet learned to dance, loved to watch because the costumes and the movement together made the dancers look like on big dragon, breathing as one. This year was Teddy’s first time dancing. He was nervous because he was dancing with his friends and his crush, and he wanted to get it perfect. Everything went smoothly except for the few times his friends made him laugh and his dad scowled, but when the dance ended they would get a the surprise of a life time when a real dragon appeared before their eyes….


Hello my little friendly geckos, thanks for the read! Just a reminder that you can see get a free copy of my poetry collection, The Moth that Haunts the Laundry Room, on Prolific Works. If you want to support my creative endeavors, you can also purchase the book on Barnes and Noble or Amazon. Don’t forget to check me out on Instagram (thegarrulousgecko) and twitter (@theheckingeck) for herpetofauna photos, poems, and more! If you write something based on one of my prompts and want to share it with me, I’ll even post it on the website! Happy writing, and don’t forget to subscribe!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s