SINKING INTO GREEN

Rememb'ring harp tone,
Wing glare of dragon fly,
Fly buzz in alder grove,
I was sinking into green.

Going down, down,
Among the spiralling maidens,
Windsong in apple tree,
Sun flecks on poplar leaves,
Sinking into green.

I was wet, caught between diamond drops,
Strung on sticky spider filigree
Between furled ferny heads
In moist sun's shadow,
Sinking into green.

O God, let all my days be
Not rising to celestial realms,
But going down, down,
Spiralling, spiralling,
O dark and ever-living,
Sinking into green.


by Corby Ingold

(featured in the August 1995 issue of
Touchstone, the Newsletter of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids)

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