‘She dreams of green
meat and eel grass’
Here is another for dVerse Golden Shovel form:
on verge, pink petals flew she
was there, my dwelling dreams
the princess i certainly knew of
a maiden, whom i stalked at green
fields in flowers blossom, a meat
i brought on wait- to offer, and
an affection to confess, in eel-
long bracing confidence, awaken on green grass.
I like to paint the earth with beautiful words.