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The Green Man of the Wildwood


Another poem based on my dreams and love of mythology: enjoy the thrill of the dark:

J 15 Wildwood She stepped through the looking glass and into the Wildwood

The Green Man of the Wild Wood

With heart torn and screaming

You flee to the woods

To escape from the nightmares

That freeze female blood


But trees appear friendly

When met in the day

At night senses fool you

And lead you astray


A shimmer of nothing

In the corner of sight

A flicker of movement

In leaves by starlight


The glimpse of a shadow

Across the path’s track

A shiver of coolness

Hairs raised on the back


The clunk of an antler

Against the tree bark

The crunch of sharp hooves

Drawing near in the dark


The feel of strong arms

Around shoulders held still

A shiver, a tremble

A bright tear you spill


A whisper of warm breath

On cheek, calms the heart

Now pierced to the core

With a hunter’s sharp dart


The touch of rough hands

Across skin soft and fair

A kiss, a caress

And you drown in his stare


Beware Hern the Hunter

Cernunnus to some,

To Woman lost and yearning

With wild love he’ll come


He’ll woo you with sweet words

By moonbeam made true

And bind you with promises

Come morning you’ll rue


Don’t step in the forest

Without thought or guide

The Green Man will find you

There’s nowhere to hide




j 9 Stardancer    Using the first verse of my poem called Stardancer I created this image. It has been my lifelong desire to see earth from space. Impossible now, I guess. I don’t think they’d let a grandmother, no matter how radical, go into space, and the Doctor in his Tardis isn’t going to come by any too soon, no matter how much I imagine differently.

Many years ago I read an SF book by Spider Robinson called Stardance, and loved the idea of dancing in free fall, with only the stars for company.  The name and concept became the symbol of creativity and freedom for me, hence my web name and the recurring theme – poems, art, tattoo etc.


Riding on the wings of night

Dream child, Star dancer.

Weaving a tapestry of light

Midnight enchanter.

Sailing the space between the stars

Cosmic lover, stellar born.

Playing games with friendly pulsars

Chasing sun-dragons at dawn.

Painting prayers in space and time

Star-kissed, spellbound.

Sliding round on rainbow rhymes

Sculpting astral ambient sound.

Exploring electrons in the void

Star-witch, time tamer.

Skipping quantum orbits loud

The future folds to frame her.

Floating free on fractal tides

Soul-seeker, heart breaker.

Through life’s spirals gently glide

To be her own … dream-maker.

Another couple of pages from my Journal representing freedom. Eagles too are a recurring theme in my artwork, along with wolves – my shamanic spirit companions.

J 6 my blue-black eagle                                  J 15 Wildwood