While
browsing information online concerning the ancient European symbol of fertility
and rebirth known as the Green Man for a future article that I am planning to
write on this subject, I came upon these extraordinary, surreal images, above and below, which
inspired me to pen the following poem.
THE
GREEN MAN
Cometh
the Green Man,
Stepping
forth from the meadows of our ancient mind,
Shedding
leaves of withered verdigris
As
rebirth restores him anew,
To
replenish, regenerate, reactivate, revive,
Reproduce
and reassemble, recreate and resurrect.
Fertility,
fecundity, his horns imbue their essence,
Erect
and branching outward to embrace, enthral, encompass.
He
strides from shade and shadow,
Confronting
noontide sunlight
With
viridescent swagger
And
cuprous confrontation:
"I
return, and return,
Every
day I relive,
The
world is mine for as long as I so choose it to be,
For
as long as I nurture its nature,
For as
long as I seed it, sustain it,
For
as long as my beating heart revitalises its existence."
And
then, he is gone –
Lost
among the sunbeams and solitude
Of a
bright, beautiful, golden afternoon,
Heading
onward to the green twilight of tomorrow,
Where
the cycle of rejuvenation, reinvigoration,
Will
begin all over again.
So
be it now,
And let
it be so forever more.
