Satyr

Satyr    sore from neck to shin    bent with age

bare among bushes  off the path   in long grass

uncaged    scratching first arse   then bearded chin

trying to remember where he's going

lost in reverence of female beauty

ardent women afire with passion

from a compassionate past he's reviewing

naked on a river bank lost in thought

swallows swooping over the river

ticks leaping from leaves into his unkempt hair  

sharp edged grasses scratching his lanky legs

a satyr stiffened at a nymph's approach

going back in time through his lusty life

a raven deriding him   raucous crows

ENVOI

a tired nurse from the rest home not a nymph

with the clothes he left behind in his room

coming to take him wash him and bathe him

much to that agéd old poet's chagrin

                                                © Dick Russell, 2015