Jack In The Green Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Jack In The Green
sowing a melange
of veined wafers
viridescent shavings
leaves upon leaves
chaotically neat
layered in tranquillity
for the theatrical show
of first feet
premiere wellies
curtain up at dawn
cue the early walkers
after a night's forlorn
which unseen hand
spritely close
knitted the forest
cross-stitched floor
taking their time
perfectionist
preparing fallen
Jenga sticks
behind the scenes
but never seen
Jack in the Green
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4/5/2026 11:59:44 AM # 1.0.0
I put this poem on PoetrySoup, here's a comment 'I'm one of those early walkers who seeks out the wooded trails near my home. After reading your poem, I'll never think of it quite the same. This was lovely. (I liked 'jenga sticks.') '