Sonnet of Pan

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 29

Pan – god of the wild

He plays his flute where forest and glade meet
Songs of love and they come on dancing feet
From the rivers and from the distant seas
They come to hear his pipings as he plays
His wild eyes glisten while their writhings tease
The creatures of magic dance in the shade
And his manner is neither meek nor mild
Where a god’s forest meets a mystic glade
He sings for every man, woman and child
‘Come dance in my love’ he calls on the breeze
Let go of suffering the pains of defeat
And follow Pan, the great god of the wild
As he brings light to night and dark to days
In this, the place where once the fairies played

©JG Farmer 2019

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