Poets are invited to respond to this mountain-shaped piece of malachite from the Congo in Africa. It was given the poetic name “Verdant Hills.”
spring green
it doesn’t take much
to fall in love
Vandana Parashar, India
what am I
standing on the mountain top…
a speck of dust
Vandana Parashar, India
through shadowed valley, sunlit hill,
or crevice rarely seen
on all life lays
its carpet of green
Stu Innes, Canada
raffia palm tree -
your fibrous malachite swaths
flow in green each day
Pat Geyer, USA
evergreen mountain
with small poisonous crystals
fatal verdant hills
K. G. Munro, UK
China malachite
old and razor turtle shape
easily broken
K. G. Munro, UK
you green sea turtle -
your fatty malachite swaths
feeds my eyes each day
Pat Geyer, USA
eyes are fixed
on an inexistent
point in space
spring explodes
all around it
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, Italy
deep forest
the lingering echoes
of my childhood
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
climate change—
the emerald tide deepens
sound of the sea
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
paradise
lost and never regained ...
will we ever learn
Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia
next lifetime
on the deserted island
just you and I
Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia
falling snow ...
in the midst of fantasies
dreamlike garden
Natalia Kuznetsova
mountain’s morning -
tea in my glass
also green
Wieslaw Karlinski, Poland
the haymaking
in a mountain meadow
indigenous song
Wiesław Karliński, Poland
far beyond
the rain shadow plains
green hills
rise in gentle swells…
my childhood country
Marilyn Humbert, Australia
the strength
of her green eyes -
malachite
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams, USA
lost rainforest
long may it stay lost
from human eyes
Tracy Davidson, UK
beneath the canopy
of closely-packed trees
the calls
of creatures
long thought extinct
Tracy Davidson, UK
spring green
a corner of the garden
springs to life
Neena Singh, India
the arrow points
an enchanted forest
let's meet there
Neena Singh, India
an emerald glow
on the mountain...
a giant rests
Neena Singh, India