Written for:  The Twiglets #61  – “turning green”

Farther out at sea, blue water turns green.

She turned green at the sight of blood.

Would it be green she was turnin’
as her stomach began a ‘churnin’
when she heard the news
that she would lose
to a rival what had no learnin’

The emerald turned green with envy at her beauty.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to green-faced

  1. Jules says:

    A cheery set of green for a cold morning here… 22 F.


  2. Misky says:

    So true about blue water turning green!


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