#2342 -- I went out in the hazel wood

 

2342

7.149

30.v.26

I went out in the hazel wood

apologies to Yeats

 

 

fire in head, I went

    you would

 

a hundred years since, more

it was the hundred acre wood

 

was a willow breeze

was a roar, not the wind

 

we were reminded

 

how the creek told

 

there was a star in the after storm

 

a bulb of fruit bright yet

lit with some sun we’ve saved

 

was frogloud

there was possum for up

 

all our friends

basket of them

a wash of rain

 

I went out tuned

for the song of it all

 

was the very air would sing

 

hollow and hilly

hook, berry, thread

 

there’s none of that here now

had to imagine

 

who would not join in?

 

brother and cousin

and fiddle

to dance

 

floor of forest

tarn of sky

 

you can see it all

can’t you?

 

the wander

and an age in that

like a moment dozing dreamt

 

how

in a hazel wood

I went out