Saturday, September 1, 2018



Poe, Picasso, Van Gogh
enjoyed Absinthe, but I don't imbibe,
my green fairy no illusion.

I'm choosin' to be lured
by doe & fawn at forest's edge

and a trickling stream
whispering mysteries of an

emerald world surrounding me.

Leaves and bark,
braille beneath my fingertips,
cheer me forth.

Meadowlark's song draws me near,
yellow breast full and bright,

little sprite upon his back,
melodious.  I stay out of sight

emerald world surrounding me.

by Margaret Bednar, September 1, 2018

Offering up a bit of (mostly internal) rhyme and somewhat of a "going" theme for
"Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Going, Going, Gone with Karin Gustafson"   At least I tried!

Not happy with this poem and will revisit it - i like the idea of the trees being braille beneath my fingertips...


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is enchanting, Margaret. The emerald world fills the senses and appeases the soul.

Jim said...
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Jim said...

So nice, Margaret. My long ago Methodist preacher's wife taught our Sunday school class. She shocked us all with her, "Candy's dandy but liquor's quicker." Your poets and artists had inspirational help with hooch (I hadn't known that) but Mother Nature and the little sprite (play on words?) are plenty for your writer. 

Outlawyer said...

Lovely—we have had these crazy fawns lately—they must be from a second estrus or something as they are spotted still, and so curious. I know just what you mean—very sweet poem, thanks! K.