A Goblin Green Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Goblin Green



Along the star light
Grates
And a green
Sheen

how hopped he!
All alone in
That solitude
Only by the friendly
Moon and stars it lit!

Soon and anon
He a brook sees
A pond-sort of
And goes to drink
Crystal the clear waters
In them bathe
Beauty’s daughters
In the night
Deep night past
Mid-night but not now
Not now

Not now
So the goblin drank
The waters of the brook
Mixed
With night dews
And
Crystals thin of
Frost and chill

Opened his eyes
When drank he
He heard a noise
Leapt he
In to the nearest
Bush with panting
Heart.

Two figures balaclava-clad
Were there
Robbers that had a sack
Were still all covered
And
From behind the bushes green
He peered and peered
Silent as not to be seen.

The booty they amongst
Themselves distributed
Then on the lawn
They looked up at the night
The stars the moon
And slept with one eye
Open

But ah! at dawn
The goblin saw them gone
No trace
In to the magic brook
He washed his face:
‘Too late! Too late! ’
It said.

And so our goblin
Went
From that place sad and
Wry
Though Dawn was rising high
And the Sun rising slow.
But ah! that too
Was years, centuries ago
The old oak in the scene
Still stands and
At times
On lone and tempest nights
Of wintry hoar
It whispers to itself
The tale of centuries old
The old oak!

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