Le fèe verte

By Jamie Dedes of The Writer by Day

“A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world,
what difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset.”
–Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

in the wilderness of those green hours
gliding with the faerie muse along café
walls virescent, sighing jonquil wings of
poetry, inventing tales in the sooty red
mystery of elusive beauty, beguiled by an
opalescent brew, tangible for the poet and
the pedestrian, the same shared illusions
breaching the rosy ramparts of heaven.

© Jamie Dedes, 2011 all rights reserved.
*This poem first appeared on the author’s website The Writer by Day in 2011.


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