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Volume 3 Issue 5 ISSN# 1708-3265

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Illuminations Aleesha Stephenson About the Cover Jerry Wenstrom Dragon's Daughter Part Six (Conclusion) Jennifer Monaghan Daughter of the Dragons The Poem Jennifer Monaghan Living dead haunt Southeast Asia David Suzuki PhD Cloth of The Mother Goddess Isadora Gabrielle Leidenfrost Heavening SpiritPainter Is THE Key To Heaven In Your Pocket? Rev. Cheryl Jewett Animals Are the Key to Heaven Jean Hofve, DVM Thoughts, Feelings and a Little Robin Redbreast Iris Perrin Why Humans Make Lousy Lovers Jean-Claude Koven Freeing Yourself From Consensus Reality Marsha Bartek Ascending to Prime Matrix Julia Rogers Hamrick Could The Key To Heaven Be A Liver Sandwich?! Martin Avery Wiccan Voices Anne Ellis Lifetalks Dawn Baumann Brunke Technically Tarot Jeannette Roth Aunty Nasty Nasturtium Blackwitt Meditate a Moment Featuring: Aleesha Stephenson Tales of a Country Vet Dr. Bruce Burton DVM Walk Your Talk Aleesha Stephenson Wyrd Lynx John Sacelli Da… Funny Pages! Featuring: Jeannette Roth Tarot Readings Dan Pelletier Songs for the Journey Home Dwariko von Sommaruga and Catherine Cook Good Spirit Xavier Rudd Well Worn Path Raven Grimassi and Stephanie Taylor Tibetan Master Chants Jonathan Goldman Da Vinci Code Dan Brown My Camino Sue Kenney

Daughter of the Dragons The Poem by Jennifer Monaghan I. By day you wander with the peasant-folk filling jugs with water Carrying them atop your raven-coloured head stitching men's work shirts with delicate pale fingers giggling with village maidens Flirting with the ironsmith's apprentice as he gazes into your crystalline eyes By day you are the child of the Daughter of a bard the child of the son of a soldier Your father carries a sword And your mother cooks the stew for the young warriors the young hunters training in the village army, training to defend the land against invaders and thieves training to fight goblins and ogres and trolls of all kinds training to protect the unicorns and training to slay the Dragons… By day you are the Daughter of of a hunter, Daughter of the predator But as the sun sets and night falls you become the Daughter of the hunted… By night you become the hunted… II. The magician's globe rises high into the sky and to the woods you travel silent and swift through the maze of oak and ash and beech weaving through the maze of birch and thorn Into the mountains on the other side you journey your crystalline eyes glowing and your hair becoming the wings which carry your body into the night Your clothing become the glittering scales your nails become magnificent claws your body swells thirteen times it's size… …And thirteen times again it swells A dreadful shriek fills the valley between the Dragon Mountains Convulsions, torturous and agonizing, plague the expanding body and then the transformation completes itself III. The Witching Hour is near The soldiers hear the beastly cry The moonlight glints off of scales and swords alike Through the woods the soldiers travel on a path created by a raven-haired girl You hear their silent footsteps and you smell their determined fear You await them with disciplined patience Crouching in a crevice at the foot of the brothering mountains Your ebony armour hidden in the darkness They sense your power They hear your heartbeat and they can feel the heat of your steaming breath but still they cannot see you Closer and closer they creep until they are almost touching you with their trembling shields and arrows But still they do not see you A soldier armoured in a fine Elven-crafted suit reaches out to lean against a rock and he finds the smooth surface of a dragon's scale He cries out to his companions and they charge with swords raised bows and arrows bouncing off of the impenetrable dragon-mail You rise in the night roaring and spitting fire over the heads of the soldiers so as not to kill them but only frighten Your wings expand, touching the sides of either mountain Underside exposed it is not the colour of the raven-scales but a brilliant star-covered blue The soldiers run from the majestic sight running from the inferno above their heads Running, all but one who pulls an arrow back in his bow, and aims at your crystalline heart The arrow releases, piercing the tender flesh of your belly and driving straight into your dragon heart Lashing your forepaw, talons enter flesh and the soldier falls with you to the ground Your dragon-self dissipates into the darkness You are once more a raven-haired maiden covered with the blood of a dragon and the blood of a soldier A gentle hand lifts your head, cradling you in tender embrace Lifting your gaze you find the face of an ironsmith's apprentice Your hand reaches up and touches his blood-soaked chest He presses his lips onto your own and his tears trickle down onto your cheek IV. By day you wander with the village-folk giggling with the young maidens and flirting with the ironsmith's apprentice as he gazes into your crystalline eyes By night you are a dragon's daughter, slayer of a soldier, slain by a soldier. By night you are a dragon's daughter By night, by moonlight, by death… … in death you are the wife of an ironsmith's apprentice… Copyright 2001 Jennifer Monaghan Jennifer is happily married to a wonderful woman, Lisa. Theirs is a union of true, deep, respectful love… the kind we all dream about. Of course we mustn't forget… their beautiful little fur-family! Her two cats - Max and Hazel, dog - Queenie, four rats Charlie, Tobey, Fifi, Eowyn, and Gloria. Her hamster - Poohbear and aquatic-turtles Maximus and S.A.M. Jennifer is embarking on a new career as a Behavioral Analyst and also works part time at a group home providing care to persons with physical and developmental disabilities. She is also a writer and poet with a passion for the written word since childhood. Jennifer's poetry has been featured in The Prologue, an annual publication of the University of WI, River Falls, Body Mind Spirit Magazine and here at TSM.

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