Wearin’ O’ The Green

She has donned jaunty tophats

“Kiss me, I’m Irish” buttons

Appropriated a cultural identity

in pursuit of merriment- and green beer


She has wrapped herself

brown-paper righteous mantled

dutifully protective daughter

of abused Mother Earth


She has belatedly shrugged off

insidious green-eyed monster

wound round wanting thoughts –

re-cloaked in gratitude


She has sported gills

green-tinged and heaving

borne of over-exposure

to life’s depravity


She bedecks tattered

soul in verdant wreaths

woven fragrant glimpses

of hope’s emerald spring

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