The Legend of Little Green

Today’s offering is loosely, very loosely, based on the Word of the Day.


In the green years of a small life,

a black hole opened up, and

sucked her soul into it.

She became Small Shadow.


Small Shadow saw the world

in only the way a soulless being can.

She longed for the carefree days

when green led the way.


She lived in the red world,

mostly in dark corners

and curling around poles.

Smiling and performing.


She lived in the blue world,

under covers and behind shades,

popping pills and swigging bottles,

a medicated shadow.


She lived in the purple world,

with love bombs, then hails of fists,

under a studied annihilation of

the flecks of green remaining in her.


Travails through the lands

of red and blue and purple

convinced her green was

merely a lovely dream she’d had.


One evening, a shimmering owl

landed in a tree by the step where she sat

It spoke to her of dreams;

it told her to pay close heed.


Each night her dreams were filled

with sacred symbols: circles,

crones, flying fish, and peanut brittle.

They all told her go get what she’d lost.


She gathered her strongest allies.

She gathered the sacred symbols

from her dreams. She and

her allies adorned themselves with them.


The shimmering owl led the way.

They fell into the black hole,

lit by the owl’s glow. There, on a cushion

rested Small Shadow’s heart-shaped soul.


It disappeared. Then, Small Shadow’s chest

began to glow, lighting up the cavern.

She and her Allies turned into green butterflies

and burst out of the cave.


From that day forward, Small Shadow became

known as Little Green.

Her cottage by the glen remained a refuge

for wayward travelers until the end of her days.


Word of the Day Challenge — vacillate


2 Comments Add yours

  1. kiwinana says:

    Beautiful poetry, I loved it. My poetry is alway short versions, I don’t know if I would be successful writing one like yours, I think I would run out of words. Thanks for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      you are a polished poet so you’re able to say more in less. glad you liked the legend of little green

      Liked by 1 person

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