Just back from the coast and noticed that The Foliate Head (second printing, hardcover) is now listed as not out of print and is on a very good sale. In fact, it is no longer 15 pounds but a mere 4 pounds. So, get it while you can--P. S. Publishing end of print run and clearance sale! Scrumptious wodwos art by Clive Hicks-Jenkins, wonderful design by Andrew Wakelin. Poems by me--for more samples, go here.
THE FOLIATE HEAD
Peering from medieval churches,
Dressed in leaves of ash and birches,
Camperdown elm and English oak,
Doghobble, sassafras, and poke,
Here winks the sprite who can transcend
His yearly death, for whom no end
Can be unless by our misdeed.
His verdant woman bleeds to breed
A world of leaves, his phoenix-pet
Cries cockerel against regret,
Remorse, and all that’s passed away
While crowing-in triumphant day.
The green man’s lodge is budding wood,
His roofbeam’s resurrection rood,
The axis mundi staking cloud
To earth and realms below the shroud.
The roulette balls fly round the sun,
The spiral years are never done . . .
Within my dreams, he’s young and lithe,
Unheeding of the reaper’s scythe,
But when I meet him in the park,
He’s changed his guise from light to dark;
I go to grasp his creaking hands
And find him dressed in swaddling bands.