from the forest
to the cat, green hat—
things we wanted
like beetles in a jar
(non-preserved)
distant god-watching
ultimately unfruitful
suitable it seemed
to stroll wine-sparkled
and violin at the sky
with cello’d flute—
there was a chill in it
green and gold lights
chained trees in stone
(and we thought
this was
living)
Graceful Press Poetry 
…so interesting for a non-native speaker like me…
“distant god-watching”, “to stroll wine-sparkled / and violin at the sky…” structures that would need, at least, twice more words in French… and I especially like the three last lines in bracket. Beautiful, as always! 🙂
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Thank you for your sweet comment. It’s fun to “know the rules” of the language and then willfully break them!
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Love this: ‘there was a chill in it/green and gold lights/chained trees in stone.’ Really creates a magical image.
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Thanks–it was a magical place/evening that I was remembering. Don’t know why I couldn’t put it in a more chipper poem. Maybe I will, eventually.
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Magic always happens in a real life, which typically is not so magical …. I like how this works. The tension brings out the substance of both. Not that I want you to have any unchipperness. Nice job!
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