As you all know I sometimes post poems here because I know I'm not a poet, but in the tradition of my literary grandfather, J.R.R. Tolkien, though he was a master of the epic poem and his more folkloric ditties about Christmas and all that. I just have these things come to me and this one seemed good enough to share. It is in a free-form style.
Green Dreams by Jay Requard
Morning's first lucid light hearkens,
elderitch memories sparked by the grass,
where emerald scents mingle and fly,
ghosts upon a fresh day's breath.
Oh, how I've faltered,
lost in the ever-shifting, ever-changing,
cycle of Awen, where dreams hold fate
and doubt forges the shadow.
And yet a fresh day's breath,
a moment of illumination,
emeralds burn and become ghosts.
I find the everlasting.
Long lost is the shadow,
sent far to travel and sow
in the lands where green dreams grow
and holies shine in other-light.