GREEN GRASS TRIOLOGY

 GREEN GRASS: EVE


A girl born in light

Brought up in meadows

Hardly a care

Of the world around


Lovingly named Eve

Apple of the Eye

Her smile so bright 

The Sun would shy


Nothing was lacking

At her little estate

Feast tables grand

Delicacies of all names


Amiss in this fairytale

Awry was her heart

Filled with curiosity 

Of the world dark


13 and she snuck 

Away to places dim

Perilous one such was

A brothel called Ning


There she’d seen once

A girl so swift

In thievery and ruckus

As none could guess


Infatuated to the brim

Followed Ning around did Eve

Sometimes tempestuous

She sometimes felt glee


She longed to forsake

The trimmed bouquet of her life

And be like this girl

Flowering with thorny sides


What comes, dear reader

When you decide

To live alternately

Through another’s eyes? 



GREEN GRASS: NING


A girl born in darkness

Of sinful shadows

Hardly a care

From the world around


Given no name

She christened herself

A’Ning after the brothel

She was bred in


Living amongst heathens

Of little morals

Her food and means 

Were stolen and scoured


Usual in such piteous tales

Her fiery heart ignites

Reflects from within itself

Prisms of light


At 12 she used to sneak

Away to places sans

Red drapes, gold pins and

Soot covered urchins


In the market place one day

She’d seen a carriage pass

Nestled inside the girl looked

At the world, an oblivious glance


Oblivious the carriage-girl was 

To the misery and sorrow

That crawled deep and flowed low

In the waters of life


Envious was A’Ning

She longed to be

That blithe lass Eve

She’d often seen


What comes, dear reader

When you decide

To live alternately

Through another’s eyes?



GREEN GRASS: EVE - NING


The tale goes so 

Of Eve and of Ning

How forlorn and lost 

They felt in their midst


Eyeing the other one 

Full of adventures prime

Eve grew troubled

Her own a placid side


Eyeing the other one

Gave Ning a heartache 

Wished herself a pruned bush

A sans misery life


In strife with themselves

In ideas dissatisfied

Hung up on a wish they

Lived neither of their lives


Tell me, dear reader,

Is the saying truly right

Is the grass always green

On the other side?

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