Monthly Archives: November 2008

Hidden Shrine

Suffused
with the golden glow of imagination
a scene of
stillness
solitariness

divine mind
steeped and transfigured
by the dream-like vision
of the fairest natural landscape

villages slumber
on calm water
lapped in a green hollow

Diana
lingers by the lonely shore
and haunts these woodlands wild

under precipitous cliffs
a small crater-like hallow
of the mountain side
where Nemi is perched
stands a scared grove
a sanctuary

a grim figure prowls
far into the night
sword drawn
priest
and murderer.

Some word play following from page 1 of sir James George Frazer’s The Golden Bough.