Post by mfwilkie on Mar 16, 2009 23:22:47 GMT -5
I am a bag of mixed greens, today:
moss, a little clover leaf, the deep
shades of movement that form a forest
canopy, the surprise of an emerald wash
that broke over the backs of vanishing
rocks beneath the Cliffs of Moher where I,
standing high over the sea, thought myself
no small lady—I, the daughter of a Seanachai*
who gave life to imagination's faeries.
*Sha na key
moss, a little clover leaf, the deep
shades of movement that form a forest
canopy, the surprise of an emerald wash
that broke over the backs of vanishing
rocks beneath the Cliffs of Moher where I,
standing high over the sea, thought myself
no small lady—I, the daughter of a Seanachai*
who gave life to imagination's faeries.
*Sha na key
