Where do Enchanted Flowers grow?

I wrote this around 2014 I haven’t thought of any way to improve it yet. Maybe it’s too long?

High in the storybook mountains  

at the border of forever cold  

ice melts into silver fountains.

The children of Sprites  

so sparkling and bright  

ride bumblebee stallions  

with cries of delight.

Fairies sprinkle passion  

that drifts to form rainbows.  

The sun gleams down  

like a golden medallion  

glinting off dewdrops  

more dazzling than diamonds.

High in the storybook mountains  

stands a marvelous castle  

with pillars of moonbeams  

the color of sweet dreams.

A stairway of good luck  

floats into forever skies  

where opals of starlight  

dance for a princess and  

paint patterns on pathways  

to astounding adventures  

and (always!) true love.

High in the storybook mountains  

That’s all there was to see and-  

Well, that’s not where they grow.  

So!  

Where do enchanted flowers grow?

deep in the swamp biting flies buzz around  

cavorting with snakes the color of clowns  

the odor of rotten animal decay  

tells all the buzzards to come out and play  

and adding to the pall thru stench of it all  

are snuffling creatures of sharp tooth and claw  

fungus and slime shine on fruit rinds  

and worms are so lucky, because they are blind

cypress trees harbor mosquitoes and fleas  

sweet harbingers of evil disease  

rats run in packs their beady eyes are so black  

always staring burning holes smack in your back

bats on the wing are a skitter-some-thing  

and the only songs the swamp ever sings  

are haunting croaks and choked off cries  

as more and more of its victims die

the stars and the moon are only dreams  

why should they waste their glorious beams  

deep in the swamp sat a bellowing frog  

like an old man perched on a log

So!

knowing frogs are not always what they seem  

I asked him if he knew where  

enchanted flowers grew. Imagine my surprise  

when he told me something that I had known  

all along. He told me enchanted flowers  

only grow in the minds and hearts of children  

and poets, and he also offered this advice----

If I were you I would get my butt out of this swamp  

and go back to those storybook mountains

  

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

hi,

So think you are smart, and not coward, that hurts sonsitive and honest people, and use them as targets to make fun with humiliation, what are you thinking Jesus, then Jesus didnt marry any one, but sleeping with many ladies, are you a GOD who just hurts innocent ladies, and what do you think you are a mediator, baalcning good and evil. you hurted me so much so many times, still me and my son are sacrifiicng our lives,,,,,,,,

i know what you are now...
all these days i had a hope you wil do good, but today i saw you as a b*****d, who burns his own family, who kills his own maother.. for sex pleasure with others... I dont know what you are going to face now. .