While I was looking through some papers I came across a poem I wrote years ago, and I thought I'd give it an airing here- appropriate perhaps for the Eve of All Hallows:
Early morning mist upon the marsh…
The twisting spirals drawn up by the sun
Took strange forms last night-
Will o' the wisps and marshy monsters.
We live in the morning;
Marshes with their lurking horrors drained,
Or preserved as Heritage.
All is explained
The dragons all are dead
And Grendel's mother nothing but a fairy tale.
We understand the atom and the universe,
And there are no longer more things in heaven and earth
Than thought of in anybody's philosophy.
We've conquered all
We've drained the marsh
We've killed the beasts
Exorcised the ghosts
Explained away the monsters-
They still walk in our dreams.