The Green Man is a sacred symbol of death and rebirth often found in religious buildings on the pew ends or up in the stonework.
Although the name appears to be modern, the green man has been celebrated in festivals for hundreds of years at least in representations such as Jack in the Green and Green George first mentioned in the 18th Century. It’s worth remembering that although figures like this may have been relatively recently referred to in writings it’s not unreasonable to assume they have been a feature of life from pre-Christian times when the population was more likely to venerate the natural world around them than we have since the reformation and enlightenment.
What, if anything might the Green Man represent to you? And how would you write about him? This month’s picture prompt is an invitation to explore your inner world for the deeper meaning of a symbol like the Green Man.
Please feel free to leave your first line, paragraph, stanza or even title in the comments below.
And here’s my effort .. please be kind 🙂
As my fingers trace the delicate carving of the Green Man my husband has carved for me as a gift I am reminded of the power such symbols have in my life. Life, death, rebirth; all are reminders of our essential nature and of who we really are, spiritual beings experiencing an earthly existence to be reminded that we are all creators and powerful beyond measure.
PS: After I’d published this post I received the following comment and photo from Jackie Morris:
This costume represented my one creative outlet at a time when I had buried myself in the purely practical world. It’s still very much my creative process – bodge it together, let my mind wander, see what I come up with and then keep working until it makes a kind of sense. More than this, the costume represents love – because my son requested it, and I was so happy to see him enjoy mythology as much as I did at his age. It also represents the fragility of art – as soon as it was on, bits started falling off, and none of it survived except in this photo.
My son is taller than me now and I’m writing instead of making – just as well, he doesn’t get involved in World Book Day anymore.
All the best, Jackie