Acid Wood

I am taking you into the forest

Horsed men hunted here before I did


I’ll show you these pony paths

Where the dry-bone beechnut earth

Leads our feet, crackling


Not dank dark spinneys but

Sun sparkled genteel rooms


We’ll waltz in the court of the Deer King

And lean in against soft barkless wood

Where he’s rubbed


Sinuous trunks temple dance

For lightning scarred oaks


Let’s lose time between bracken screens

Make a bed on the heather

Lie in amongst acid greens