The Green Faerie
By Silver Spun Sand
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The Green Faerie fluttered through my dream;
with such brilliance, she flew. Her diaphanous
attire glistened as scales of serpents in the tide,
as she danced, in time, to the swaying of the willow,
wooed by a skittish, westerly breeze. Even
in His garden, she showed no modesty; only a hint
of indifference. A mix – somewhere between an angel
and a nymph; her wings shone as diamonds set
in platinum, melding to become one, translucent light.
Beside the Wormwood in the glade she resides,
where Star Anise thrives with crimson clusters,
such that charmed Hippocrates, where earth and honey
nurture roots of ancient aniseed. And thus she spoke.
“Man’s life’s too short; a mere blink of an eye
on the face of eternity. Live for now – imbibe
whatever is your poison. Get high on music, love
or poetry! Perchance to watch the sunrise from a hilltop;
or bungee-jumping off a dam. The choice, my friend,
is yours, whether by some verdant bank or in a sordid,
downtown dive. Ask only of these; the lion, the deer,
the tree, the stone, the wave. All that rocks, that rolls,
that breaks, bays or sings; enquire of each and they
shall tell you that the hour of truth is here. Folk
will spin their yarns of madness. Believe them
if you’re sane enough. Yet, insanity is sweet if one
can quench a fiery thirst with a first, ambrosial sip
to make life bearable again. Then, who is madder;
you or they? And remember this. Outside ‘The Gates
of Eden’, truth does not exist. I entreat you; fill
your glass. Drink to me, and absinthe frappé!”
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Beautiful piece, Tina. Some
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Bravo Tina - Absinthe, I'll
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lol - Tio Nico, Lidl, fiver!
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I like the way you have
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wormwoods cropped up quite a
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Tina, you remind me of
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ancient meets just yesterday
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Tina, this sent shivers
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