My thoughts
cobbled together
an endless search
for a pot of gold.
An aging mind
my lucky charm
reminiscing of old
stories.

“Once
I captured a leipreachán,
a dirty beard,
jacket tattered.
Seven rows
of seven buttons,
three wishes granted.”
What a racket.

I still chase
rainbows for Danu.
Kaleidoscope dreams
unfulfilled.
Barren metal
no alchemy.
Tricked again
her mischievous scheme.

Underneath
my canopy
a lush matter.
Pocked with scars
deceived once again
by stars falling.

Day 2: NaPoWriMo prompt: Folklore Character