Absinthe Tree Pendant

A circle of green that is almost too bright,

The color of something that shines in the night.

Not the soft green of moss, not the calm green of shade —

But the sharp, restless green that the old drinks once made.

The tree stands in black on that luminous ground,

Its branches curled tight where the danger is found.

It looks like a secret you’re not meant to keep,

A beautiful warning that cuts while you sleep.

Wear it for edges, for sweetness that stings,

For the kind of bright beauty that comes with sharp wings.

A small dose of trouble on a delicate chain —

The Absinthe Tree glowing again and again.