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Arcady - the stage
stage left , and standing in the trees
a hairy creature - thighs and knees
are hocks his shins are thin and on his feet
are tiny hooves , he moves
to centre stage
and sitting on a log he plays
on pipes a melody so low
It’s barely heard , the birds
go silent and alight
around the faun , his Doric rhyme
is winding in the wheel of Time
by day and month and year and year
until the archeopteryx appears
She perches opposite the faun
and glares at him " you don’t exist "
" nor do you sist
er " , "but at least I did
- you’ve never even walked this earth
- why are you now in Arcady ?
- you're just poetic fantasy !"
" In what way are you more real ?
sit down , we'll sort out this dispute
- see this winged cat ? Isn’t it cute ?
a mini sphinx - it does not bite
oh - your'e a bird - so yes
it might "
The Ancient Bird gnashes her teeth
at the tiny cat beneath
the log , her eyes are
crossed , she is incensed
She scowls , she’s vexed
“ why is our timeline so perplexed?
by things that are not even real ? "
" I'm real as you are " said the faun
" and I am on the timeline too
just at another place to you
where do you think we really are ?
this is the Wood between the Worlds
these wooden boards are catalytic "
" well , that’s my point " the angry bird
" your’e not from Nature - just from words
while I’m the fittest - you’re just Lyric
I do not know why you’re not dead "
"and there you are “ the goatman said
“ if that’s your best , its barely pyrrhic
At least I’m handsome , suave and sultry,
while your’e a piece of moulting poultry
Its a second generation thing
I can’t be unthought - more than you can be unborn
Or get back in your egg - whichever
and in this Unreal place
your face is strange
Bavaria's your home my dear
Your’e messing up my wood with literalism
so why don’t just you disappear
come here - wee sphinx - what do you say ?
are you just Myth ? or made of clay ? “
the mini sphinx leaped on his leg
its furry body shook with fright
its eyes were huge the wings were skin
no feathers - much more like a bat
Jeholopterus was not a cat
and bared , its teeth were needle sharp
It sunk its teeth into the faun
hells bells ! - the faun leaped to his feet
and tripping on the vertebrate
went headlong in the pond
….……………. Its all gone wrong
The archeopterxy flew off to eat some fruit
Leaving just the trees , the drying mud
the pool ,
The song . Anita Greg , May 2016
anitagreg@gmail.com
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Arcady - the stage
stage left , and standing in the trees
a hairy creature - thighs and knees
are hocks his shins are thin and on his feet
are tiny hooves , he moves
to centre stage
and sitting on a log he plays
on pipes a melody so low
It’s barely heard , the birds
go silent and alight
around the faun , his Doric rhyme
is winding in the wheel of Time
by day and month and year and year
until the archeopteryx appears
She perches opposite the faun
and glares at him " you don’t exist "
" nor do you sist
er " , "but at least I did
- you’ve never even walked this earth
- why are you now in Arcady ?
- you're just poetic fantasy !"
" In what way are you more real ?
sit down , we'll sort out this dispute
- see this winged cat ? Isn’t it cute ?
a mini sphinx - it does not bite
oh - your'e a bird - so yes
it might "
The Ancient Bird gnashes her teeth
at the tiny cat beneath
the log , her eyes are
crossed , she is incensed
She scowls , she’s vexed
“ why is our timeline so perplexed?
by things that are not even real ? "
" I'm real as you are " said the faun
" and I am on the timeline too
just at another place to you
where do you think we really are ?
this is the Wood between the Worlds
these wooden boards are catalytic "
" well , that’s my point " the angry bird
" your’e not from Nature - just from words
while I’m the fittest - you’re just Lyric
I do not know why you’re not dead "
"and there you are “ the goatman said
“ if that’s your best , its barely pyrrhic
At least I’m handsome , suave and sultry,
while your’e a piece of moulting poultry
Its a second generation thing
I can’t be unthought - more than you can be unborn
Or get back in your egg - whichever
and in this Unreal place
your face is strange
Bavaria's your home my dear
Your’e messing up my wood with literalism
so why don’t just you disappear
come here - wee sphinx - what do you say ?
are you just Myth ? or made of clay ? “
the mini sphinx leaped on his leg
its furry body shook with fright
its eyes were huge the wings were skin
no feathers - much more like a bat
Jeholopterus was not a cat
and bared , its teeth were needle sharp
It sunk its teeth into the faun
hells bells ! - the faun leaped to his feet
and tripping on the vertebrate
went headlong in the pond
….……………. Its all gone wrong
The archeopterxy flew off to eat some fruit
Leaving just the trees , the drying mud
the pool ,
The song . Anita Greg , May 2016
anitagreg@gmail.com
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