For the Emperor of Green 1
Conceived in green's green pedigree, the quetzal
is the pip of primogeniture, whose ruddy underside
is overseen by greedy sight, mustering for the bright
emplumed panache. It must be green. It must belong
amidst the ritz of regent paradise. It needs perpetuate
the green regime. Such red-red-ruby-rosy-rusty-red
pertains to parvenus: It is a flit of figuration, a frill
on the primal metaphor, just the trope of glitz
one would expect, had one a mind in monochrome.
1Viridis
XI, who ruled as Holy Emperor of Semprepace (the capital city of the
universe) from 411 C.E. until 434 C.E. when he was removed from power by
the Blue Rebellion. Viridis XI, whose name by birth was Jarocus Axdarus,
extended the promulgation of green's chromatic singularity that his
predecessor, Viridis X, had initiated, purportedly erecting jade monuments at each of
the city's four cardinal gates which bore the following
inscription:
Everything pertains to green, all-seeding and all-ceding hue, most primitive thing, progenitor of muskmelon green, jade green, pistachio green, jacamar green, beryl green, quetzal green, pakchoi green, puka green, feijoa green. All non-green things are statements about non-greenness and therefore exist only in relation to green.
A quetzal, the necessarily green bird |
Weirdo. This is fanciful and amusing and I like it.
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Thanks. I seem to have a ridiculous amount of energy for original compositions lately, some of which are actually decent. And so, you also have a poetry blog? Very nice! I must inspect.
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