Green Man

Ekphratic Poem

A Green Man spoke to me today.

his voice was sullen and gruff.

his form struck with elegant despair.

O, Green Man, why perch the bird?

Perhaps your legs wish to fly free.

It happened six years ago on that sunny spring season I was but a hollow man A murky silhouette Walking through the misty Maze of blurred...

High atop the pagoda tower Perched upon with blazing claws The one of fearsome reddish feathers Who bears the mark of death And wields...

Haiku Rewind to the past. Her eyes a sun drip lakeview. The peace I will drink.