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At the beginning of January, I started The Spontaneity Project, so most of my blogging energy has been going toward that. I’m almost halfway through, so check it out!

Yesterday’s act of spontaneity involved writing a ballad, and I really enjoyed the creative exercise, so I thought I’d post the finished project here:

“Riches will rain,” the beast declared
And heard their whispered dreams.
With golden eye, he watched them work—
A charge atop the beams.

The dragon’s breath did light the fuse
But to their feet, no rain.
In dragon’s wings, the treasure piled
While flames consumed the plains.

“Your wings could blow the fire all down,”
Their cries cut through his glee.
“Just douse your hearths,” he fired back.
“It’s no concern to me.”

The village fell around the spoils.
The flames grew stronger still.
The dragon stayed and swam in fire.
No treasure would he spill.

I’ve been trying to change my mindset about poetry lately. I’ve always written it off (no pun intended) as something I’m just not good at it, but these days, I’m trying to look at it as a skill that takes time and effort to develop.