By David (DaRC) Legg
Merlin I see you!
Your speckled cloak of feathers
covers your hooded eyes
that hunt fleeting silver Awen doves
through winter's bare leaved Ogham groves.
Merlin you see me!
With faun coloured poachers coat
Wrapped tight against cold
that sends shivers through wintery copse
and darkly haunts my frigid corpse.
Merlin in besom bosk*
together we hunt winter's break;
of inspiration, the Darkling Thrush
on coppice gate, a hidden hope to brush.