Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Wish Upon The Golden Fleece


To arrange words in a fixed mold
Destiny's hold predetermined fold
Would poetic flames guide her aim?
A pauper but rich to meaning’s claim

She read and studied by candlelight
She prayed outside the temple of light
Who is she to enter sacred domain?
Stoning befits her poetic lane

To wish upon the Golden Fleece
Her name is fame pronounced with ease
Doors open wide for her stress
April showers Malaya May’s dress!

Holy sonnet veiled at fourteen!
She unveil at fifteen then sixteen
Not her final end, she’ll defend
Her dream, did not fail to ascend!

Dedicated to Malala Yousafzai brave soul
Oct 7th 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013

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