Friday, 30 July 2021

One Wonderful Poem by Michael J. Leach

 



Nature’s Defenders

 

i.

Sentries

send word

to their kin

of felled trees

near the hallowed heart

of their woodland

home.

 

ii.

Elven

archers

assemble

at the edge

of a green glade,

dextrously drawing

their faithful longbows

to aim arrows at their foes.

They await the command

to shoot.

 

iii.

Elves

astride enormous eagles

circle high above the green glade,

gripping

a mix

of crossbows & spears.

They await the command

to swoop.

 

iv.

Elves

astride elegant equines

expertly navigate

rough terrain

& dense underbrush,

holding up their lances

as they ride oh-so swiftly

to flank the enemy.

 

v.

Trees

come alive!

They uproot their ancient roots

&, giant limbs swinging,

amble past

inanimate

kindred spirits

towards the trespassers.

 

vi.

At the edge

of the green glade,

a royal couple

arrives astride unicorns

ahead of a great many units

of spear-wielding elven guards.

The lovers look to their musician,

who holds up a hunting horn

& sounds the solemn

signal

 

to attack the axe-wielding

army

of the Ring

wearer.




Michael J. Leach (@m_jleach) is an Australian academic and poet. Michael’s poems reside in NatureVolve, Jalmurra, Plumwood Mountain, Cordite, Meniscus, Rabbit, The Blue Nib, the Medical Journal of Australia, the Antarctic Poetry Exhibition, and elsewhere. His poetry has been anthologised in One Surviving Poem (In Case of Emergency Press, 2019), No News: 90 Poets Reflect on a Unique BBC Broadcast (Recent Work Press, 2020), Still You: Poems of Illness and Healing (Wolf Ridge Press, 2020), and The 2021 Hippocrates Prize Anthology (The Hippocrates Press, 2021). Michael’s first book is the chapbook Chronicity (Melbourne Poets Union, 2020). He lives on unceded Dja Dja Wurrung Country and acknowledges the traditional custodians of the land.  

  




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