A Taste For The Green Stuff
I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and it was sweet as green, as Absinthe and a sugar cube on a little silver slotted spoon, and as I watched the cold finger of frost draw across my eyes, I was free as death from its tight mitre. Its chill cut the cracks and gaps as it wormed its way into the night. Know your limits is what I say, or you’ll wake on the wrong side of green.
for dVerse Prosery, which includes the phrase “I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head,” from The Song of Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats, shared with #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021