Pleasant Green.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Pleasant green....

Oh, I almost forget to ask
is this a nice story or not?
you have to say that yourself

I choose the green tree lane
my favorite colour since childhood

but oh, why is this man so strange
he stares at me all in a range
that miserable creature
won't leave me alone
i pretend not to see him,
now I feel comfortable

wherever I drive, he also drives
along green meadows
I see a hill in the distance
of stone and lime
the rest are bald, a donkey that brags
the green trees have disappeared
make way for the man in gray
together with his darling
what should i do with this man, this thing?

I want to be alone with the sky, wind and trees
but the man as gray as street dust
commands me to lie down

there is no alternative
he can kill me
I have such fear that terrible fear

the rocks have multiplied
no sea or beach
the green of the meadows
has disappeared quite a while
the sky is ash gray and oppressive dark
the chirpings have disappeared
I suddenly got sleep

so many horses never seen
strange, they are not noisy
seeing the freedom, I´m very happy
I miss the sun, the water and the beach
black ravens fly around
they make it all too furry
the ravens and the black seagulls
I don't see the lapwing
the man lies improperly next to me
I'm really sad, this thing!

he is unexpected to me
one thing all the time
who is to blame?
whose shame is it?

I overslept my hours
no, had no bad dreams
just irritating nightmares
I drove up the green trees lane again
and through roads black as the midnight
midnight? !
sweetie, it is already late in the afternoon....


© Sylvia Frances Chan