Kaleidoscope I ~ Green

GREEN Green feather from the wing, Which time and line, Brought into prime. Emerald feather, I found by the banks of the canal, Unlike any bird that migrated this way, I thought it might write a better poem, I strapped it to my quill, And what it brought ~ I could not stop to think, For the words came flowing, Faster than the ink could hit the paper. Call it inspiration if you will, But what the rules laid out in definitions; There I saw as clear as day, The gems and time which greatness made, And every footstep I placed; The mighty did survey. If poetry could write itself, The wealth that wrought my fingers carved it out, Like a hand against the wall with pigment sprayed, The colors for this will; They were matched in gold For what was plucked from the fig tree of Eden; A leaf to cover shame, Jade stone to immortalize the Emperor's name, The emerald mantle, Which held in frames; A candle bleeding flames, Five letters covert fame; GREEN.