Hedgerow Poems
in my dreams
I find Merlin wandering
among the hedgerows
should have been born
inside a druid oak
once I was
a tree silvered
by the moon
you might find her
sleeping inside the yew hedge
that wild woman with
her rosary of berries
she’s the keeper in the green
Thanks to Caroline Skanne for publishing these.
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thank YOU Carole for letting me! they are stunning.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea at the visual afforded by the closing line, "she's the keeper in the green" to this casual reader. It leaves me smiling, Carole... Myke
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