A Leprechaun's Gold

04 Apr 2022  C. chou  2 mins read.

For years and years,
That Leprechaun
Has only filled the same mold

A hapless fool,
His mind charmed by
his pot of gold

A poor sod
That thinks of nothing
But to keep
The metals within his hold

I have to admit
At this point,
It really gets old

Outside the window,
I catch him,
Staring up guardedly,
With eyes so cold.

He turns a cold shoulder,
His heart firmly chained
To the pot of gold

And I wonder,
When he will fold,
And realize that what matters
Is not the gold

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication.

Pot of Gold
charmed | hapless

C. Chou
C. Chou

A writer that loves cabbages and bamboo, but also enjoys writing and sharing fiction (particularly the fantasy genre). Find me on Medium at: https://chouxherbe.medium.com/