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