Index
The Invitation
The Legend
The Reviews
Credits 1
Credits 2
The Legend of Sherwood
Sherwood Revels
Brash upon a starry night
Hunting horns sound
Faint in the distance.
No bark of hound.
Rustling among green leaves
Parted by hand.
Tricks of the starlight?
Or outlaw band?
Fragments coalescing
From shadowy glade.
Thirteen men dancing - no,
Twelve. One's a Maid.
One, fat and tonsured,
One, hair ablaze.
One, vast colossus,
One, music plays.
And one at the centre
With legendary bow.
Robin of Sherwood,
True as an arrow.
And what of the others
Whirled through the night?
One thing in common -
They're men wearing tights!
Come Sheriff of Nottingham,
And wicked Sir Guy,
Prince John and his sidekicks
Slapping their thighs.
Come all! Come chaste maidens!
Cross-dress, if you please,
For peeking and revelry
Among greenwood trees.
R Greenthing
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