Dosado Through a Forbidden Land

Lemony pines spring from my Summer mind, dangling their scent, like Christmas ornaments. I close my eyes and follow the sapphic breeze. My bronze feet bounce through the mossy sea. Feeling giddy in this faerie paradise. I dosado amidst lichen and bark of ancient trees. Buzz of bees, and rustic call of feathered friends. A cup of honey and birdsong, a virtual violin — played by the lonesome and serendipitous wind. A long-winding face, a leprechaun plinking gold through his kaleidoscopic fingers — I see him, who never procreates, but his coins multiply — he has sinned. Daffodils dot the streams of open pasture. Eye-popping delirium, as if I am in oz. Butterflies in conjured-hues, plenipotentiary patterns. Suddenly, the wholesome forest burns with unrest, as it turns to look at me in tatterdemalion dress. “Be gone, you witch! Eden does no dalliance with slatterns” I fall to the crackling ground and sob with salty tears. Beggar, I’ve become — closely matched with my seedy occupation. “Change me into a good thing.” Pity in the form of clouds sweeps through the handkerchief-sky. A dusting with faerie wand — magenta and cerulean magic. A brand new pixie feels the purity of spanking-new wings. 7/22/2019 Tri-Con Poetry Contest Sponsor - Emile Pinet 24 Lines Tri-Con (listed as verse) created by Connie Marcum Wong consisting of at least 4 three line stanzas. Each line has no set meter or syllable count. The last word in each stanza must rhyme with the following Stanza and then you need to change your rhyming word again in the third stanza and so on.