Presumption

Painted on her dreams she spied
Parades of kings seated high
Proudly one did catch her glance
Prison lured her to his trance
Palettes of color now run
Peaceful hues now look like one
Placid she is stuck in mud

Dversepoets.com We are to write a Pleiades Poem. 1 word title, 7 lines, each 7 syllables beginning with the first letter of the title.

I was going to write about the stars, but didn’t. Just a little light fun instead, on a busy day.

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