The Flicker of Green Paul Short Gatsby, you were a fool for love. I admired that about you but it also fills me with disdain. Every night peering over the sound, hoping to catch a glimpse of Daisy, who was chained to the past. You said the flickers of green light gave you hope; but really it was your death-knell. The closer you reached for it, the brighter it became. Until, you ended up floating in a pool clouded with crimson and shrapnel. You should’ve remained a soldier. Fighting wars for others is always easier than fighting for unrequited love. As for your love, she appears gin-gaunt, propping up a coy smile with more of Tom’s money. Money that can’t buy him a cure for the syphilis he’s caught. I dedicate the final use of this typewriter to you Jay, in honour of your spirit. Because of you, I feel I can no longer be a man of words. I must now be a man of action. Your dearest friend, Nick
Mega busy couple of days so will be in and out catching up with things. But for #PoemsAbout #Money this is A Flicker of Green from the #beautifullittlefools anthology published by @thebrokenspine.co.uk
