A Taste For The Green

A poem starting with a line from The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats

A Taste for the Green

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 mitre.

Its chill cut the cracks and gaps
as it wormed its way into the night.

Know your limits, I say, or you’ll
wake on the wrong side of green.

This poem was inspired by a 20-point prompt at Miz Quickly’s, and a prosery  prompt at dVerse Poets.  Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   © Misky 2021

2 responses to “A Taste For The Green”

  1. Oooh! I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of that green!

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  2. Always better to be two feet on, than six feet under.

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