{"id":3291,"date":"2013-10-27T13:40:05","date_gmt":"2013-10-27T11:40:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3291"},"modified":"2013-10-27T13:40:05","modified_gmt":"2013-10-27T11:40:05","slug":"the-green-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3291","title":{"rendered":"The Green Man"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p><a title=\"globalmed5\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/globalmed5.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-3292\" alt=\"globalmed5\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/globalmed5-250x250.jpg\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/globalmed5-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/globalmed5-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">The Green Man<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I am a kiss that wakes the long dead winter, <br \/>a sleepsong that rouses new heart beats. <br \/>I am air and water, the fruit on the vine. <br \/>I am tomorrow, with memory in ancient tales<\/p>\n<p>that told of rainbow colour, woven in rich greens, <br \/>my roots delve beyond the painted caves of Lascaux <br \/>I&#8217;m mineral, plant and animal, with touch of divine, <br \/>the tree of life grew the column of my spine.<\/p>\n<p>In thickly forested places, I am the wood &#8211; the wood <br \/>is me. In earth I am the stone &#8211; the stone is me. <br \/>Carpenters and stonemasons carve me, form myriad <br \/>faces that grin and gurn, add lustre to my mystery.<\/p>\n<p>I spew forth a fruiting vine from antlered head. <br \/>My breath blows upon the wings of time. Fingers <br \/>pay homage to the great dome of the sky where <br \/>sycamore, beech and oak leaves twine<\/p>\n<p>with tendrils that flourish round my face. <br \/>My wildness is the preservation of the world, <br \/>there&#8217;s no city where man will recognise my grace, <br \/>illumination comes where nature is unfurled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From PoetryZoo.Abigael<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Gael Bage<\/blockquote><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3291"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3294,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291\/revisions\/3294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}