Easter again Easter

 

            

                And a radiant id

                Moons annual dogma

                Bright tangents the sky  

                Summoning a rite

 

                In open eyed hiding

                The green man leaf shelters

                Masked �" from the silver bow

                And her fierce hunting

               

                The seductress screaming

                With cloaks of soft assay

                Destruction and a gleam

                The God head sacrifices

 

                This play of sordid lust

                 In our timeless fleeing

                 And a bloodless passion

                 Of yearly conscience 

 

                 And the green blade rises  

                 The new hope is born

                 From a deeper ‘whatever’

                 With a slaughter and a truth 

Author's Note

Part of a group - based on the thinking of the Green Man

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

can't have the peace without the slaughter first...but from the chaos, a certain Good rises----the resurrection of sense.
j.