that devil Billy Brate got nerve took me to the green woods all excited but t'was all for piping like Pan just what he was giddy for and i a reclined detainee to fawn
hollow reed whittled finger holes he challenged natures birdsong and came up shrill and dry hollow reed and i am boredom fed under duress (how a girl can mock up an impressed gaze of awe) it's all exhibit a picture for his court mates to deride he can swell his fellas with the media ; he mistook another girl down deep in Foxlease Thicket
Written for a contest. Contest closed early. This would have been the entry. The challenge was to do a poem inspired by an old print of a young guy and girl hanging out in the woodlands. He plays on a pipe whilst she lies there with a neutral expression on her face. The instruction is to channel Silvia Plath. I fell short on that front.