Tam Lin Tangled
Tam Lin Tangled
Branches tangled, know of Janet, Peggy and of Margaret too
Tangled up in blue, when elf acknowledged primal love
The one that’s true and savage
When taking Margaret down
Bundled in her black apparel
Who knows what bent her father had, to warn her not to go
The forest is steeped in secrets and naked to the touch
Broken branches and virginity
Babies come on Halloween leaves at evening
Horses ride above the trees, white and black and brown
When Margaret and her kind
Come open to reality and tumble down
Tastes that burn, built by fires on the twigs
Creatures that turn, scurry through the leaves
Transform, transfix, become there, something other
Succumb, as elfin king and queen
Beneath the broken branches of the trees, begin
Created on 3/18/15 for “Tam Lin” Poetry Contest – Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
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