The Green Man

Vines sprout from nostrils,
spread over face to mouth
to ears—the Green Man hears
the call of all that moves.

He is master, mentor, monster
wreathed in ivy and bathed in rose
as his voice echoes throughout
the wooded lands. Listen carefully,

you rocky shores, you barren hills—
the Green Man comes to prophesy
and fulfill. The dreams of men will
bloom and grow, entering the world

wrapped in leaves. Armed with thistles,
bugles and brambles, he casts his emerald
voice upon the wind. The willows bow,
the boulders tremble; in fear,

the deserts retreat, leaving whitewashed
skin and bones to rattle, crude drums
heralding the presence of the Man
reawakened in green divinity.

***this is my take on the legend of the Green Man
and his eventual inclusion in Northern European
Christian iconography and mythology.
you can read more about him here (though i don’t normally
like Wikipedia because of it’s lax editing policies, this article is
actually pretty comprehensive and well-written):


Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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