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crossing the river
to reach the great halls of Alfheim ... and get the shiny!!!!!
So all is forest then,... 
15th-Sep-2006 08:38 pm
light zen forest
Green Men
by Bill Lewis.

Green men grin and gurn
from blackened beams
that creak and groan
as ancient houses dream
and are swayed by
wind in branches
long since snapped.

Foliate faces flower and the
memory of an antique hour
unwinds beneath
a carpenter's craft;
masons, too, saw their shape
sleeping in the stone.

So all is forest then,
vegetable, mineral, flesh, bone.
The world tree becomes
the column of my spine;
eyelids leaves of oak;
fingers ash and pine.
I am lost within a wood
that is lost within me.

Green men grin and gurn,
for no one knows more than they
what is and is not tree.

To fall in love with this site is not that hard...
15th-Sep-2006 08:37 pm (UTC)
I love this poem.:D It's beautiful.
16th-Sep-2006 08:03 am (UTC)
ME TOOOO!!!!!...I just had to put the last 2 parts of it on my "user info". I do not know that many poems but sometimes one just has to "run into" something lovely, inspiring, cute... call it however you wish to!!!

Oh, and lately I somehow run into the "myth" of the green men more often than before. They are not really known here(or at least I do not remember any stories...)...so it is a relatively new world for me, which also fascinates me in a great deal.
16th-Sep-2006 09:51 am (UTC)
Endicott-studio is so inspiring!!! :)
16th-Sep-2006 01:05 pm (UTC)
so true!!!
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