A Leprechaun’s Gold
Poetry - A Leprechaun’s Unfortunate Obsession
For years and years,
That Leprechaun
Has only filled the same mold
A hapless fool,
His mind charmed by
his pot of gold
A poor sod
That thinks of nothing
But to keep
The metals within his hold
I have to admit
At this point,
It really gets old
Outside the window,
I catch him,
Staring up guardedly,
With eyes so cold.
He turns a cold shoulder,
His heart firmly chained
To the pot of gold
And I wonder,
When he will fold,
And realize that what matters
Is not the gold
This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication.
Pot of Gold
charmed | hapless
Special Thanks to Chelsea Marie for the prompt!
Thanks to Ravyne Hawke, Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, Joanne Olivieri, Charlie Cole, and Rose Malana for publishing!
And finally, thanks to all of my readers for reading!
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