New Occidental Poetry

The Green Man and The Wild Man

I am of the wind and the trees

Haunting your lands for you are gone

Away to where none knows not

Know this.

Your eternal greenery withers

Forgotten

Abandoned once you left the trees

Choking on cities fumes

The wind, dies down.

For I am the essence of this place

I exist.

As sure as the seas do crash

Upon the ancient shores of memory.

I am of the rivers and hills

Slipping away down the streams

Chemically Forgotten

Flowing to

Nowhere.

But Once

A fair maidens hand outward reach

The mere, the loch, the llyn

Upon the mountains I watch as that ancient

King does grasp the Sword.

But it only glimmers there

Just light and shimmers

It fades out of essence

I am of the wind and the trees

Haunting your lands for you are gone...

-Arthur Powell

Arthur Powell