Within the woodland clearing
Sun sparkles the canopy
of golden dancing leaves.
Beyond the blue forever,
Sun sparkles the canopy
of golden dancing leaves.
Beyond the blue forever,
here the forest breathes.
Weave through the ancient fern fronds,
tread the winding path,
through mist and myth and legend,
past the oak and ash.
Within the woodland clearing
the petroglyphs still lay,
inscribed neglected heroes,
their songs of yesterday.
Listen to those whispered words,
spoke one Christmas dawn,
a father’s love and laughter,
his son yet barely born.
Countless gleaming scimitars
are held within this karst,
grasp the hilt and break them free,
sink them through your heart.
Weave through the ancient fern fronds,
tread the winding path,
through mist and myth and legend,
past the oak and ash.
Within the woodland clearing
the petroglyphs still lay,
inscribed neglected heroes,
their songs of yesterday.
Listen to those whispered words,
spoke one Christmas dawn,
a father’s love and laughter,
his son yet barely born.
Countless gleaming scimitars
are held within this karst,
grasp the hilt and break them free,
sink them through your heart.
Greig Parker is based in Doha, Qatar, where he has lived with his wife since 2014. His work has appeared in Bright Flash Literary Review, Exist Otherwise, and NiftyLit. For more information see: www.greigparker.com.
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