Map of the Primitive Song
Sleep, curly savage, on the forest floor.
None shall disturb you
No gnome shall mock you when you snore
No rules shall curb you
Breathe in the birdsong and the leafy shade
Dream of the mating
Hear the sweet noises that your lover made
Under the grating
Wake in the morning to the misty dawn
Dawn that is hazy:
List for the cry of the far distant horn
Don't be too lazy
Slink in the gloaming by the tranquil tarn
Down through the arbour
Steal a plump hen from the old farmer's barn
Smother the barber
Spear you a fish in the babbling brook
Made out of dreams
Listen to lies from a gabbling crook
And eat custard creams
Hide from the rains in a she-wolf's old lair
Silly old bear
Comb all the knots from your tangles of hair
That hang anywhere
Run from the dawn with the speed of a snake
Treeline for cover
Rest on the lawn in the shade of a rake
Like a dead plover
| Contributors: | Katie, TG, KT, The Agent Apsley, E Greejius, Roland, Jumbo, Barbie. |
| Poem finished: | 25th October 1999. |