Green


Green as the cat's eyes reflected in the pane

separated from the season and the sparrows in the rain

Green as the moss on the shingle near the sky

as distant from the sparrows as November from July.

Green is the dress I'll wear when I die

and watch my spirit rise in the green of her eye

indifferent to my dying, indifferent to the way

the blades green up and mock her from half a breath away.

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for Sunday Muse #149.




Comments

  1. This is both haunting and wonderful all rolled into one Shay! I love the perfect thyme and imagery that leads us through the lines as if we were the sparrow in the rain or a soul lifting away. Simply breathtaking. Love that Fleetwood Mac song as well!!

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  2. Green, green your world is green ~~~ and it rhymes too! A most delightful shade I think.

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  3. This needs to be set to music. It would be a beautiful ballad!

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  4. So many different emotions weaving through the green. There is a sense of peace yet victory at the end. Nice combination!
    Li/Lisa @tao-talk

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  5. The structure of this is what gives it the song-like quality! Cat's eye, moss, & the clothing of death - wonderful images!

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  6. Wow - it is perfect. Gorgeus imagery. My favourite, the sparrows in the rain.

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  7. "separated from the season and the sparrows in the rain" Hauntingly sad, this line. Perfect.

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  8. Shay--What you can do in only 8 lines. It is haunting and gorgeous.

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  9. “...indifferent to the way the blades green up and mock her from half a breath away.”

    Killer close Shay!

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  10. You take the color green as a symbol of life and spring and flip it into one of seperation, yearning and departure/loss with just a twist of your pen. The measured cadence and simple but deft rhyme only enforce the universality of the message. Fine writing, and a great capture of the zietgiest at the moment, in my opinion.

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  11. seconding the request for a ballad of this--it haunts.

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  12. Nature's indifference to us, and ours to hers, and death just another day mowing the lawn with leaves of grass cut down in their prime. Or such.

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  13. Oh my, I can't say it better than Hedgewitch did. I often wonder if anyone will notice I'm gone.

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