GREEN MAN Last month's poem of the month writer, Derek Adams, has chosen this month's poem. He says,"It does what I think a poem should do, it tells a big story with few words, it is concise and precise." Find out more about this poem by visiting Jane Holland's blog at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/janeholland She turns in sleep, sensing him in the dream-time. Invisible hands press and lift her, knowing the word that cleans her like water. That face on the garden wall, those hands in her bed: stern, laughing, invincible. They told her it could be dangerous, loving a god. But she wouldn't listen. Now she has ivy in her hair, seed on her thighs. They move wild as foxes, inevitable as earth. (First published in 'Under the Hill')