Friday, October 3, 2025: Marieta Maglas's "Green Prose Poem"
Marieta Maglas resides in France, where she pursues dual careers as a poet and a doctor. Her literary themes encompass love, freedom, truth, justice, and existentialism. Marieta's poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals, including Three Rooms Press, Dissident Voice, Unlikely Stories Issue 6, Dashboard Horus, Four Feathers Press, Masticadores Canada, Lothlorien Journal, Verse-Virtual, Sparks of Calliope, and Silver Birch Press. Some of her poems have been translated into Japanese, published in the Journal of Akita International Haiku in Japan, and into Korean, appearing in DiziBooks in South Korea. Her poetry collection titled Cubic Words was released in Belgium.
Green Prose Poem
A verdant comet gliding past our Earth is
a magnificent mass of ice.
It harbors water & glycine.
This celestial wanderer is nothing like
any iceberg found at the poles,
which takes on a green hue under the sun's embrace.
Imagine the hot sunbeams transforming into
vibrant colors within a frigid atmosphere.
A comet is icy, its tail rich with glycine,
yet devoid of proteins, and laced with cyanide;
chains that maintain its balance.
This ice means H2O and can flow through all
and through the beings that live in herbage.
In the warmth of sunlight, photosynthesis.
This seismic earth fractures repeatedly;
however, its folks still possess
the chance to witness the green aurora
adorning the foliage in Hawaii.
Do you think it is far-fetched?
Really, auroras can make their way to
this island which is nothing like Iceland.
A tint of green splashed on the canvas,
likely by van Gogh, contrasting with Gauguin's purple;
temperature and chemistry.
My mother told me about the tree xylem
that produces sap. I still drink birch water;
blood to heat, to course through the veins,
bubbles with life and whirlpools of emotion;
sometimes, sweats in the heat of passion;
other times, tears of sorrow.
Imagine the ethereal water raining from the tail
of a comet at the fateful contact with a searing planet;
After countless ages of existence, this water resembles
the blood droplets that descend from the injured birds,
which continue to soar valiantly towards freedom.
Does a comet rich in cyanides possess blood-red iron?
I do not believe so. Any shattered comet ceases to exist.
We are nothing like these icy comets even though
both glycine and water are integral components of our existence.
Our essence is plasmatic and universal,
with the iron-rich blood representing our vitality.
This iron is nothing like that one coursing through
the core of smelting furnaces.
All things undergo transformation,
whether through burning or freezing.
A vim propels the blood plasma through our arteries and veins;
cosmic osmosis; rhythmic vibrations like pep and punch.
There is a longing for a peaceful evolution.
A peace akin to that found in Antarctica,
a land weeping with crimson cascades and penguins,
allowing aurora to dance with the frozen oxygen;
hues of red; refracted, reflected, and parallel.
A cosmic force nudges this aurora towards Hawaii.
When the cascading waterfalls radiate light,
the looking eyes are filled with luminosity.
Why is it that no person is able to stare at
the secreting sun for a prolonged duration?
We are energy absorbers.
When we breathe,
we are fed with this oxygen infused with sunlight.
When oxygen is scarce, we still breathe to exist and
we are akin to the leaves that dance in the tempest,
or the panthers that dash forward, or
the insatiable sharks that breach the surface of the seas.
Pairs of oxygen enter life
to expel spent carbon no longer needed.
Imagine a world filled with worn-out carbons, lifeless and barren.
Imagine inhaling in a sealed room, devoid of plants,
where the air never changes.
Imagine a planet painted in shades of blood,
saturated with useless carbon, a planet like Mars.
Imagine huge fires; flames that return to the cosmos.
Imagine phoenixes rising anew from their own ashes.
Imagine yourself transformed into cosmic dust once more.
© Marieta Maglas
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