The Tree of Life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit and always green:
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared to Morgan, the Apple Tree.

King Arthur, Wounded God you are
She searched for you both near and far.
Under the shadow you shall be
Of Morgan, Goddess, Apple Tree.

In Avalon you now reside
On crimson thrones, side-by-side,
And know the fruitfulness of She,
In Morgan le Fey, the Apple Tree.

I’ll take the boat across the Lake
Upon the Tor a spiral to make.
And know that of what all I see
Is from Morgan, the Apple Tree.

~ after the anonymous 18th c. New England carol “Jesus Christ the Apple Tree”

[Hayley Arrington is a mythologist and poet whose writings have appeared in a variety of venues, most recently in SageWoman magazine (issue 96), Flashes of Fantasy, and In Defiance of Oppression: The Legacy of Boudicca. She lives in the greater Los Angeles area with her husband and son. Visit Hayley at her Arthurian Witch blog at https://loathlylady.wordpress.com/]