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
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