Green Man

Never give the green man a face.
Practice now your silent stride,
Capture the silvering mother’s grace
Echoed across the dark divide.

Practice now your silent stride,
To save it from defining form –
Echoed across the dark divide,
Through the fields where you are born.

To save it from defining form,
Carry words in linen lace.
Through the fields where you are born
Collect the seeds, expanding space.

Carry words in linen lace
To celebrate the counterpoint.
Collect the seeds, expanding space –
A salve for the eroded joint.

To celebrate the counterpoint
Walk on water to his feet –
A salve for the eroded joint –
With honeyed wine and heads of wheat.

Walk on water to his feet.
Crack the mirror, bend the dream
With honeyed wine and heads of wheat,
Slip into the spoken seam.

Crack the mirror, bend the dream,
Capture the silvering mother’s grace.
Slip into the spoken seam.
Never give the green man a face.

Prompted by Samuel Peralta’s post on the Pantoum at the dVerse Poets Pub. Cheers!

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