Green Love
Hypnotize me… if you can, please….
to tell you, my childhood tale…a tale of love…
a romantic one, a lost love. Heroic! you may say
Weird! Whisper some others.
A child’s romantic love! A stale tale….?
Laities may say, yet a tale astral lovers love.
See my thighs… if not sure, see my back…
You may still see signs of this “weird” love.
ah, pains of love, the price I paid for my love,
but I knew my love, sure, would sooth my woes.
Brekekekex koax – koax: her secret morning call,
only we lovers knew; bowers knew too.
I could see her draping, green gown
through the beams of my home … bars of my jail.
We lovers, hovered long hours: under bowers;
sitting on briars; hiding in thickets, hedges;
running all along the widespread valley;
diving in streams, brooks; and counting…stars.
So romantic was our love. So Green was it!
But as any other child’s love, “Romeo & Juliet
Love,” you may say, our love had a great fall,
………………………………….a tragic fall.
Dec. 10, 2020
Story from Your Childhood Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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