Advent Ii - Poem by Eric Ratcliffe
What early earth faith was perpetuated
in states of green, hand on tree bole,
the simple touch of foot upon the ground?
What early child-forms moved the moments
near flower scent, in sunlight or in shadow,
or in the wind-high grasses where love-green
induced some potent auric chlorophyll
invisibly diffused in artery and organ
- conditioning raceguard for children to be born
in villages and cities, inside walls
containing blows and cruelty foreign to a tree
- a leaf faith fading in the crocus memory?
This faith evolved in frosted fenlands
companion to the sky for dead and living
when hosts of pinewood-litter bodies
were resurrected to a parasol of stars
to hunt again the mammoth and the bear
in the moonland of the calling Queen of Heaven.
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