THE COLOUR GREEN SEEN AS A COUNTRY
in all your emerald variations
surely you could comprise a nation
and if I could choose
a colour I could live in
I know that it would be you
though Garcia Lorca sang you best
or all the birds in the wilderness;
the soul in a parched time.
as children hearing of the Emerald City
somehow we knew
there was something about the colour green
that if necessity required
we could dream ourselves into it
into its leaves, its myriad assets
and find in it the cloak of invisibility
covered in leaves , soft grasses
the ferns by the last violets on earth.
the mossy rest of God.
mary angela douglas 11 june 2021
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