The green infant
Shakes dew off his rooty head
These knots in the trees look like faces
The green child blows petals off flowers
Each lights up, becoming a fairy
These branches spread as my veins do
The green adolescent can be found sketching gravestones
Or slipping in and out a crowded festival of lovers
I've seen his twisted crown before
The Green Man's emerald visage shimmers
Cryptic women in sheer clothing twirl in the moonlight
He rescues a shivering child from his hallow wilderness
And places her back in her adult mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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