Poetry

Saturday, 4 November 2023

Evergreen king

 And the river is king

And the river is a snake

And they cut off its head with an axe

But it grew back

Yes he is the King

And he is evergreen

Sempervirens, vipers heads so strong

Green snake slithers belly down

Through peat beds

Through marshy bog

Of reed

Into the lake

Where the lady lies awake

Yet dreaming

And he is come

Here is the king

And he is evergreen

No end no beginning

Always must grow

Always must flow

Out to the sea

Into the land

Land is his home

Land is his spring

And he is come

Here is the king

And he is evergreen

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