..
Treble clef my song,
syllabled in stories and
silence. Emerald my eyes
in unjaded wonder.
The world’s been torn
asunder
for smaller,
lesser things.
Release the flying
monkeys,
hounds,
Kracken.
Blacken this true
blue
sky.
Come closer.
Green my skin
with longing,
sorcery,
spring.
..
Our amazin’ Grace has served up a fine word for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse.
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I’m enjoying your play with verbs but, please, DO NOT release the Kracken.
Maybe the Krackle? 😉
You play with words like nobody else!
Thanks, ma’am. You’re the best.
My favorite verse is:
“Release the flying / monkeys, / hounds, / Kracken.”
Can you imagine if they were all released at once? I’d hope to be invisible.
Throw in a couple of apocalyptic (or apoplectic) zombies, and we’d have a real party. 😉
Love love the nouns as verbs….emerald my eyes and green my skin with longing ~ Fabulous 44 post De ~
Liked this piece. The first two stanzas really drew me in.
Amazing, the way you use words!
I like:
The world’s been torn
asunder
for smaller,
lesser things.”
MaGiC
smELLs
oF Y IrisH
spRingS
eYes Of grEEn
blUes OF dreAms..:)
Lovely, but I’m particularly drawn into the third stanza for some reason. It’s as if you said … And ….. Action!
Perfect how you tie up your last stanza with spring… There is something called spring madness…
You had me with the first line! 🙂 Love this!
Amazing is the word! Constantly amazed at your prolific, perfectly penned poetry ❤
Some wonderful Oz imagery in this. ..emerald/flying monkeys/been skin/sorcery. ..and the Oz imagery only begins to touch on all that you’ve packed into 44 words!
Love those rhyme and plays on words – ‘Emerald my eyes/in unjaded wonder.’
I like the many ways you evoked green here.
Yes, De, your word smithing shines with this prompt, producing one of my favorite poems out here on the dVerse trail. Aren’t we a lucky gaggle of international poets, to be able to visit with friends several times a week, all over the globe, fare-free?
Heavens, yes. SO blessed.
I love all your nouns for verbs..
Treble clef my song,
syllabled in stories and
silence
Musically inclined but very necessary to counter the excesses of those with drones ready to kill.. One feels so helpless to see waves of human displaced who left homes they were proud of before now just shambles. Noble thoughts and good reminder De!
Hank
I see “Emerald my eyes silent” … and feel it deeply. My next favorite part is the ending … “Green my skin with … sorcery.” I just don’t picture sorcery as being green. Or black. Maybe if it’s a teal … with glitter. 🙂
Can’t pick out one line since I love them all….I just have to close my eyes to the flying monkeys.
This gives me shivers of delight.