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Green Fire

 

 

green fireDo not forget this green

fire that burns before you.

The emerald flash

of a pigeon’s neck

as he flies from the barn —

                ascending skies ( flushed)

with the same coloring

as his passenger kin,

or the grass sparking

dandelion gold

as an appaloosa grazes

                 in the distant field,

a grey ghost

feeding on what could be

tomorrow’s desert,

                          and here,

where spires of evergreen

glisten above the line

while you hang laundry. The rope

supported by two

crosses that overlook a hill

rolling in its mint blaze

                         toward the lake

where a mallard

submerges his head

in water strewn thick

with dock leaves and  lit underneath

                      in a chartreuse glow.

Like the duck, you flare in the sun

as your mind sinks into the deep

end of memory —

                        hoping

to regain

something that has not

                       entirely

                      flamed out.

                      Its light (still)

spiraling up, burning through

the algae– dark edges.

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Note – “passenger kin” refers to the extinct ancestor of the pigeon also known as the “passenger pigeon” who often had salmon – pink or rose coloring through his plumage and some blue as well. Its species became endangered in the mid 19th century due to hunting and other misuses by mankind. It faded from existence I believe at the beginning of the 20th.

 

7 replies on “Green Fire”

Wendy,

“you flare in the sun
as your mind sinks into the deep
end of memory —
hoping
to regain
something that has not
entirely
flamed out.
Its light (still)
spiraling up, burning through
the algae– dark edges.”

I read those words again and again,
and each time feel the impact, of the crosses
on the hill, the passenger pigeons and the horse
at the pond, but most especially I sense
” this green/fire that burns before you.

Outstanding and much appreciated!!

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Hi Echo Poet

Thank you so much for taking the time to view and comment on m poem! I sincerely appreciate it!

Hi Sarah

So glad you enjoyed this one! As always, your kind words and wonderful intuition regarding my work are deeply appreciated! !

Thank you both so much!
My Best
Wendy

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Thanks Craig,

I am glad you enjoyed those images and sincerely appreciate your interest in this poem!

My best,
Wendy

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Vivid images throughout of the scenery and creatures. The passenger pigeon, alas, fell victim to man before enough people cared about endangered species. Even today, there are those who would exploit anything for one more dollar or grind it underfoot for the same.

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Thanks so much Michael,
for reading this poem and sharing your insight. I sincerely appreciate it!

My Best,
Wendy

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