Albion, Art, Folk Tale, symbolism

Sylvan Man…

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…So, Merlin became a sylvan man.

He lived on roots and grasses, the fruit of trees,

and mulberries of the thicket.

For a summer he remained immersed in the woods,

unmindful of self and kin.

*

When winter came he had no food to live on…

He raised a lament:

‘What, now, shall I do?

The trees stand without leaves and fruit,

the south wind and the rain have dispensed with them.

Now, I wander, the old wolf beside me, hard hunger

has weakened us both.

We fill the air with our howling

and stretch out tired, wasted, limbs on the earth.’

*

A traveller journeying through the wood

heard Merlin’s lament, issuing from a hazel thicket,

but was unable to catch him as he, again, fled.

*

The traveller reported to King Rhydderch of the Cumbrians,

who was married to Merlin’s sister, Ganieda.

*

The king sent out messengers to find Merlin,

and one of them eventually came upon the renegade,

reclining by a fountain, on a mountain top,

an old wolf laid down beside him…

 

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