The Green Flash Lll Poem by Morgan Michaels

The Green Flash Lll



An apron-clad keep leaned idly against the bar till his services were needed.

The annex was built over a slope. It led down to a ravine in which ran the dregs of a stream. Another hillside started up the opposite side. Back on the near side, flowering trees reached their limbs to the windows.

'The green flash is an optical phenomenon in which a spot or ray of (what else?) green is seen at the top of the rising or setting sun', said Tom.

'I've never seen anything like that', griped Billy, who considered himself observant.

'Shh', chided Mat. 'Not everyone can see it. You obviously can't'.

'Oh and you can'? growled Billy.

'Guys', cautioned Tom, raising his hand, 'do you want to hear about the green flash or not- yes or no'?

Billy said yes and fell quiet. So did Mat.

'You were saying', said Cal, returning to Tom. He knew the green flash was real because he'd seen it, so he was biased.

'As I was saying, the green flash results from refraction. Of atmospheric light'.

'But what does that really mean'? , quizzed Billy. 'And why green'?

Tom was ready.

'Gas may have mass', he quipped, jovially, 'but light has something better-

'What', inquired the others, at once, in a certain suspense.

'Frequency', revealed Tom, wisely.

Frequency! That explained a lot. Billy was happy. Tom was a member of MENSA, after all. But he remained on guard.

'Light curves around opaque objects. Curvature depends on frequency', elaborated Tom.

There it was.....

Friday, July 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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