It's Still Life

It’s Vertzil

The hills have returned 
to vertzil green. 
The clouds 
are drunk on blue. 
A kite streaks 
across the plated sky, 
its tail at war with wind. 

Original poem “Snit” by Paul Demets. I only used the first stanza in its original language, Dutch, for this poem based loosely on a translation exercise.  I read the Dutch version, not reading the English one so I wasn’t influenced by it, and listened for words that sounded similar in English. And then I created my poem based of that. In a way, I guess it’s a form of found poetry! ps: vertzil is a made up word. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter