Where The Leprechauns Play

Fanatsy piece

I tip toe through the dark dark of animated forest
Shhhh! "Hear this one? It's my most favorite tune"
Notes are the only things to escape from that thickset underbelly hollow
Upon the wind, it's like gold dust trails from a faery's wing plume

 

Snap! Snap! Snap of  passionate fingers and fire click of flint heels

I spy beneath the toadstool and amid my turbulence some mini movement
It’s a shamrock belly shaken fiddler conspiring with strange wee wee laughter
And my feet as rockets dance to a merriment of uncontrolable enchantment

 

A this moment I'm caught in more than absolutes
Finding all the rodent two-legged runts and their little hide-aways, where...
Where all the Leprechauns go tonight to play
At the rainbow’s end singing every too loudly and drinking green green beer

 

Their curse of song drunks my head and drowns my legs nonstop
As the gin jig drags me towards their well laid smorgasbord of captured men
Closer and closer to those wee devils den their holy hidden spot
I knew the magic of that blimey Irish and their music would be death of me yet

Reviews

[Marie]

This is a very whimsical sort of fantisy...roadstools, leprechauns
and green beer...
Magic is never lost, just goes underground...

[Annette Bromley]

Ah, so you've been hanging out at those Irish pubs again, Aye lad. What a delightful poem. It's the magic in the music that gets you, the beer is just the kicker. I enjoyed reading this.