Pan by Michael R. Burch

… Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves …

… Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles …

… where we cannot return, because we lost
the pebbles and the playthings, and the moss …

… hangs weeping gently downward, maidens’ hair
who never were enchanted, and the stairs …

… that led up to the Fortress in the trees
will not support our weight, but on our knees …

… we still might fit inside those splendid hours
of damsels in distress, of rustic towers …

… of voices of the wolves’ tormented howls
that died, and live in dreams’ soft, windy vowels …

Featured in New Lyre Summer 2022

1 comment on “Pan by Michael R. Burch

  1. It’s always an honor to be published by New Lyre. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.


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