Rondeau

The Wandering Minstrel in Post-Modern Mythology

Push forward. Keep on trucking. God

has given you a gentle nod.

The light is green, a magic box

throws light upon your metal ox,

onto the paths and goldenrod

from garden myths. A cherub door

is what you’ll find, should you explore

the cells that make your body. Sing

canary, from your prison wing.

Push forward

knock down the gates, those holy gates,

reclaim the fields, wisps, brooks, and Fates.

Arise from toppled tower ruins

to kiss a lonely mannequin.

Push forward.

• I definitely didn't stick to the rhyme scheme, that's okay right?