Wild Gold

Below is a poem I wrote in the form called pantoum. With its repeating lines, it's a challenging word and rhyming puzzle.

Wild Gold   

  

She lives but for an hour,

a lioness resolute,

this gold that is a weed that is a flower

with healing in her roots.

A lioness resolute,

she grows in impossible places;

with healing in her roots

produces hardy, gilded faces.

She grows in impossible places.

Her wind-borne mane takes hold,

produces hardy, gilded faces

that turn white when they grow old.

Her wind-borne mane takes hold,

making summer rife with riches

that turn white when they grow old,

then soar on children’s wishes.

Making summer rife with riches,

she lives but for an hour,

then soars on children’s wishes,

this gold that is a weed that is a flower.
                             Ginger Dehlinger

                             May 2017