Treasure Island

Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

The Satyr


The old goat sleeps
with piccalo,
hunts in dream
some lover near,
snorts in woodland
undergrowth,
the hills and plateaus
of his fears.

A cloven hoof?
Lifes ageing man.
Unnurtered truth,
a sexual dam.

Rivers run deep
when my man sleeps.

Sally Plumb

Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2009

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