Help me remember a long forgotten poem, Hive Mind! Here's what I remember: spring, a man growing horns and hooves, a fall into roots, red thread.
Sometime in the past 3 years or so, I remember reading a wonderful poem, but I cannot for the life of me recall enough of it to Google. What I mostly remember is the image of a man growing horns out of his head, much like Cernunnos
, and getting tangled somehow (possibly in his own newly sprouted hooves?), and falling or tripping into the snarled roots of a tree-- although all these images may have been suggested rather than said outright. I also have some vague suggestion that red thread was involved somehow? And it was almost definitely set in the springtime. The poem itself was very distinct: the man growing horns seemed to find his whole situation slightly amusing, and the entire thing had a tremendous mythic quality.
It was by a poet I'd never heard of before, and I'm fairly well-versed in the older classics (so not Yeats, or Auden, or Byron, or anyone like that). It was written-- I think-- in free form, and although small portions of it rhymed, not all of it did. It was online, not in a book.
I loved it a lot, and I promise that, if you help me find it, I'll write down this time! Thank you in advance!