David McLansky

Freshman - 843 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Oaten Bride Ii - Poem by David McLansky

The Maiden, decked in purple flowers,
Dances, chants her final hours;
For when the shadow of the moon,
Cast by Blade Rock in the gloom,
Does touch the polished grinding stone,
All will know the time has come:
To pierce her with the Oat Stalk Knife
To bring the plant God back to life

; The Maiden, decked in purple flowers,
Dances, chants her final hours;
For when the shadow of the moon,
Cast by Blade Rock in the gloom,
Does touch the polished grinding stone,
All will know the time has come:
To pierce her with the Oat Stalk Knife
To bring the plant God back to life;


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 5, 2014


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