WORLD POETRY DAY 2023 WRITING PROMPT
Ode to Green
Be poetic — even when plagued
Wine is sunlight, held together by water. Galileo
All shall be well. Lady Julian of Norwich
I stand at the kitchen window, savoring the cup of broth’s scented warmth in my hands — eyes quaffing the water falling from the sharp slate ledges of sky echoing a dishwasher’s rinse cycle. Rain — liquid sunlight out-intoxicating wine. My ecstatic pores dance.
Let it pour, let it pour, let it pour.
Hildegard’s veriditas reigns anew. I can sense it. The heartbreakingly crisped notations of ivy on the walls are reviving — Amendment where it matters most, at root level. Prepping the new paint job properly while I worship the Process. Gratitude — my hymnal, lyricist, composer.
Every leafling is Lazarus. Every vine, a reclamation of its sacred rite to gift wrap the property in absinthe-dewed Communion. Palms, laurel leaf figs, live oaks, olive trees sprout Crayola swaths and dotted half notes as, lazily, time lapses. Friends, feast with me — on green-green, yellow green, green yellow, forest green, caterpillar complemented with side dishes of lavender and purple mountain’s majesty presented, with parsley-sprinkled aplomb, by the jacarandas.
