Blades of Grass

“I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and a wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkeys” (Cider with Rosie)

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I lay in over-grown blades of grass
grasshoppers sing the moody blues

bird songs etched in the dewy earth

nesting in bare twigs out of view

sunlight flutters upon warm flesh

lost in a maze of shamrock green, I  wept

tigers prowled in thick lush fields

on the wings of June, we finally slept

written for dVerse writing to the 

prose of Laurie Lee hosted by

Laura.

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