Lost To The Four Winds

Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water; 
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields 
lost to the four winds of conflagration;

Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;

You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;

Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;

An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.
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Allison Avatar
May 1, 2024 at 1:53 PM
an excellently executed pantom this is such a challenging form, bravo:-) hugs jan xx
Udaeta Avatar
May 1, 2024 at 1:54 PM
Thank you so much. I do love a pantoum. Blessings.
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