Green is Greed and Green is Power
by Ruth Port (United Kingdom)
Audio: "Green is Greed and Green is Power," read by Helen Grant
Green are the strands of the winner's laurel;
green is the step of his podium as he stares over the crowd;
green are the eyes that narrow with cunning, mirroring the
green heart that beats and forgets that it is mortal—
green is the money that makes the world go round;
green are the stained tongues that lap at the feet of those
green, grinning, in designer suits and rosy cheeks, flooding
green pastures so that the bones of those below are drowned and
green is where I want you to stop.
Green is where I want you to look below the surface and see the corpses of those who came before and those who will follow. Do you want your throne built on nothing but smoke and grief? And not any old smoke, oh no, the smoke that corrupts and crawls and climbs and cries and sits and slimbers and wriggles and writhes and claws and snarls and bites and licks and takes your life from your fingertips and this is where I want you to see that we should live in harmony with the wind and the rain and the treetops too—
green is where we made our home,
green is where we are cradled in the earth,
green are the tears that the flowers cry,
green is the colour that always makes me think “why?”
Ruth Port is an 18-year-old writer from England. When she’s not delving into the fantasy worlds inside her head, she enjoys reading, baking and exploring the woods with her friends.
7/30/21, 7:24 PM
7/27/21, 6:01 PM
This is beautiful, I love your use of onomatopoeia
7/23/21, 12:22 PM
7/21/21, 3:37 PM
7/21/21, 1:23 PM
Pain and nostalgia conveyed beautifully!
7/21/21, 8:35 AM
This is an amazing poem! The mixed feelings we have when we leave our home or city we grew is beautifully portrayed
7/21/21, 12:22 AM
Absolutely stunning, the detail and diction is incredible.
6/20/21, 4:25 AM
The story was wonderfully amusing.