The Wood

10 Apr

I found my childhood heaven in the wood

Where, by day, I’d wander, drawn to explore

Every hedge and stream and clump of trees

By a sense beyond curiosity.

In silent sunlight I’d lay in the grass

Staring spellbound, as the god of the wood

Carved up clouds with light-sabre vapour trails,

And scrambled squadrons of buzzing spitfires

To strafe silver-wet spider-web targets,

And sent his brave dandelion-seed spies

On perilous secret missions, dropping

Deep behind enemy lines.

At night, I’d lay in bed beyond midnight

In fearsome silence, the forest awake

And at my window. Undead armies lurked

Like shadows among the towering trees,

Their zombie-eyed, vampire-fanged faces glimpsed

In grimaces of maniacal rage.

Above, the swastika’d wings of dragons

Swished and circled in storms of tracer fire,

And massively, upon a throne of skulls,

There sat The Demon King; his shredded wrists

Spitting with exposed robotic circuits,

His flesh oozing acid, awash with worms,

And his laser-eyes scouring and piercing

Every fibre of my childhood being

From beneath his crown of thorns.



2 Responses to “The Wood”

  1. josieadams April 13, 2012 at 4:34 pm #

    I love this 🙂

  2. prospero13 May 11, 2012 at 2:34 pm #

    ‘Swastika’d wings of dragons’ excellent! Top pagan poetics, geezer.

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