A Leprechaun Stole My Gold Shoes
By: Dazzling Shene
Tags: Poetry, Leprechaun, Gold, Fiction, The Lark

No, I’m not the one who was wrong

a black cat crossed my street

seven crows in burrows; furrows

a mirror is shattered on sin streets

What did I expect; to make an empath out of a narcissist

I put you first and everything last

now, the superstitions haunt me to death

Clenching my jaw; stopping my racing heart

a century-old, steam-engine train, passes by in the gallows — Chuk, chuk; it toots

I hear, I hear! A piercing scream — The scream of a kneeling woman; a crazed Banshee

My ears bleed and heart screams; the Irish mysteries

I try to run but where are my gold time shoes?

A tiny, old, pot-bellied man, with a cocked leafy hat and rainbow leather apron; stole my shoes

what do I do; where do I hide; I run; bare-foot; hiding from all the lurking monsters

a bluebird sings; somewhere over the rainbow; up above

O! I spot you there; my gold shoes lying in a pot of gold

sitting peacefully on top of the shiny gold coins; I see you there; grinning at me; you mischievous, Tinkerbell-green, little fairy-demon

the Irish folklore was not a myth; I’ve found you here; on top of your tricky stint

your stunts are over; the game is in my hands; the end of rainbow; is near

iridescent colors; semi-circling me; tinker belling the magic gold dust

O, guide me; the rainbow of pun; as you hide seven fluorescent colors under the sun; my gold shoes are stolen by the treacherous — Leprechaun

as I near the end; the seven neon, rainbow colors, disappear and merge in one

a light is shown, a luminescent glow-in-the-dark green — Leprechaun green appears near the end

a honey gold pot awaits on a bed of roses

I touch the gold pot and prick my fingers; gold silken cobwebs encircle me

Trapped; I’m; in the Leprechaun’s evil spell; a truth and dare first; a spelling bee next, is contested for my gold shoes and a pot of gold

a game of chess begins; the Leprechaun; a big green spider with gold eyes; I, a tiny mosquito; trapped in a web of silken gold — of my lies

moves are played; my knights have fallen; the Queen sacrificed; the Leprechaun golden pawns won the show

the prized gold shoes and the pot of gold are gone along with the green monstrous, tarantulous Leprechaun’s smile

I wake up and find myself in a bed of bleeding red roses; surrounded by a circle of sharp, right-angled thorns

A banshee cries; please stop the screams; my ear and nose starts to bleed

I cup my ears with my fingers; the cry intensifies

I’m out of luck; the forest is on fire; nowhere to run; trapped, once again!

A flock of death ravens encircles me

I see the bluebirds flying off; no more help is coming; trapped!

Crossing the prickly bed of thorns; I run; naked foot

Run; an elephant screams and lifts me up in his trunk

on his back; I embark my journey back; my gold shoes are gone; stolen and lost by the Leprechaun lust

as I pass by the burning Amazon forest; I see up above, a bluebird sings

a rainbow pops up and a Leprechaun winks; throwing back my gold shoes

I catch them just in time and slide them in; I’m back

on silken white sheets, I lie awake; it was all a dream, I sigh in relief

as I step out of bed, on a prickly red mat; I notice a shine; blinding me

there it rests, on my feet, my gold shoes; placed in comfortably

© Dazzling Shene 2021

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