avatarWilliam J Spirdione

Summary

"Burning Maw" is a sonnet depicting a dragon's destructive rampage through time, with a blacksmith named Steve and an owl planning to stop it, set in the fictional Eluryh village, acknowledged by the writer Benjamin Duuuude and the creator of the publication, ScienceDuuude.

Abstract

The poem "Burning Maw" narrates the tale of a dragon whose destructive path through time leaves nothing but desolation. The past, both distant and recent, has been consumed by the dragon's wrath, leaving a lingering scent of sulfur and a silence broken only by the tolling of funeral bells. Amidst this devastation, an owl cries out over the ruins of Ordon village, determined to document a strategy against the dragon's onslaught with a small wooden pencil. The blacksmith Steve, yearning to return to his shop, prepares to use his last hammer in a desperate attempt to halt time itself. The narrative concludes with expressions of gratitude to Benjamin Duuuude, the writer of "Blacksmith of Ordon," for welcoming readers into the world of Eluryh village, and to ScienceDuuude, the creator of the publication that hosts this compelling sonnet.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of loss and destruction through the imagery of the dragon's rampage, emphasizing the eradication of history and the emotional impact of anger and silence.
  • The owl's action of writing a plan suggests a glimmer of hope and resistance against the overwhelming force of the dragon, indicating a theme of perseverance in the face of adversity.
  • Steve's role as the blacksmith with a single hammer left implies a last stand and the potential for heroism in desperate situations.
  • The acknowledgments at the end of the poem express a sense of community and collaboration within the creative process, highlighting the importance of shared worlds and the contributions of fellow creators.

Burning Maw

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

The dragon thrashed, to and fro, throughout time. The long past was the first to be devoured. Nothing left but the funeral bell chime. Putrid stench of sulfur overpowered.

Near past was the next to be extinguished, Anger still on the tip of futures tongue. No speech until the fury’s diminished, Present is next, watching flames being flung.

“Who” cried the owl on the stormiest night, Flying above what was Ordon village. Carrying small wooden pencil to write, A plan to stop the burning maw’s pillage.

Only wishing to be back in his shop, Steve had one hammer left, to make time stop.

Thank you Benjamin Duuuude, writer of Blacksmith of Ordon for inviting us into Eluryh village.

And thank you ScienceDuuude, for creating this amazing publication.

Poetry
Sonnet
Blacksmith
Dragon
Time
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