16.02.20 dVerse Prosery

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

14 responses to “16.02.20 dVerse Prosery”

  1. Awesomeness swirling round the green … perfect.

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    1. Thanks so much! x

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  2. Oh yes – I’m sure the wrong side of green is not a pleasant place to be! An intoxicating absinthe-dream.

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    1. It’s a very pretty colour though.

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  3. Love this absinthe-fueled dream, its cooling imagery, “I watched the cold finger of frost draw across my eyes” makes me wonder if she woke up on “the wrong side of the green” after all.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed reading it, Dora.

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  4. I love the way you wrote about the green faerie … sometimes believed to be magic. then lethal but now mostly a myth

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    1. I think it was the concentration of thujone that threw people off course on absinthe. They saw what too much wormwood did to animals, and drew a few wrong conclusions.

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  5. Sage advice in this one, Misky! ❤️ Exquisite write 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much! x

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  6. I’ve never tried absinthe and, judging from stories I’ve heard, it’s better to stay clear of it. I enjoyed your absinthe-soaked piece, Marilyn. It’s a gorgeous shade of green, even though it might be on the wrong side. I got a chill imagining the cold finger of frost drawing across my eyes and cutting the cracks and gaps ‘as it wormed its way into the night’ – clever wordplay as the main ingredient is Wormwood!

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    1. Ah … well done. No one else picked up on the wormy bit. I tried a wee bit of Peder’s absinthe when we were in Prague, and I have to admit that I found it quite agreeable.

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  7. That cold finger for frost is what we all are trying to avoid! Great story!

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