Verte Poem by Fidel Arcenas

Verte
A tribute to Absinthe


Long condemned in bars of common myths
She shuns the sunlight yet her heart shines bright;
Bathes herself with scented woodworm piths,
Defies the absolute absence of light.

For truth darkness cannot forever hide,
Or beauty no brutal lie can deny;
She breaks free to be every artist's bride,
Lights many a poet's pen like a firefly.

Her soft green eyes never fail to smile
Drawing lonely rebels to her fireside
Where sweet dreams are born and nothing is vile
To her our darkest secrets we confide.

Lover, wife, friend, muse confidant to all,
Verte, slowly, sweetly, we rise not fall.