Through An Oaken Doorway
A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.
A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.
By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled him to sleep.
his hair was red and yellow striped
and to his side, I did creep.
Should I awake the little lad?
I wondered as I stared at him;
if I did, would he be mad?
The result might be rather grim.
He had to be about six or seven,
a cute young thing, snoozing sweet.
Did danger lurk here, was my question,
something perhaps, he couldn’t defeat?
I opted to awake the lad
and tapped him on his furry shoulder.
Introducing myself as Shad,
I smiled with, ever generous fervor.
I told him that I was a friend,
my hand he shook quite eagerly.
His tiny finger did southwards wend,
I followed him quite speedily.
He took me to his cavern where
I met his whole faun family.
They fed me the most scrumptious fare
better than at any human’s eatery.
I had come, to Kriniocland
a place beyond the human realm
The fauns told me of things so grand
with amazing things, I was overwhelmed.
In Kriniocland, the flowers sing
and stones undulate when they breathe
the trees in greenwoods feed off fairy rings
shielding roots within their wreaths.
Some golden panpipes, I was given
and taken to where I had entered in.
When I arrived home it was half-past eleven;
I was sad to leave that magical glen.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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