The Green Man Poem by Clive Culverhouse
The Green Man
acorns and leaves
make up his mind too
as foliage entwines ours
like bridges,
like walkways,
camouflaged in an
every-day of solitude;
these berries may not last;
his thought runs deeper
- deities of the core,
the spirits would say -
to old log fires
by weathered stone,
you, his old flame, share
but only when you think
we're thirsty, that is
I put this on PoetrySoup here's a comment 'I love the word play in your poem, Clive, along with the subtle imagery. I especially liked 'camouflaged in an every-day solitude.' It created such a visual and added a tone to your poem.'
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PoetrySoup 'Your way with weaving words is so creative and artistic. With an evocative touch flowing throughout your lines. I absolutely love the lines " walkways, camouflaged in an every-day of solitude; " soul stirring! So well articulated and delivered! Pleasure reading this'