Mother's Tale

The wind is whispering
provocative tales of                        (love?  lust?)
timeless romance
to the skittering leaves --
life's only skeptic,
if you please.
The solemn giants
held the secrets of ages,
true power over
their own parasites.
And overhead,
the Lord and Lady
fight a tireless game                       (tag, you're it)
while their heirs
die out one by one,
each in a blaze of glory,
unseen in the epic battle
for a treasure that soils itself.
And as the Lady triumphs                (for now)
the blanket falls,
(all tucked in?)
and romance gives sway
to roaming endless gray.

10.01.06

Reviews

[TLK]

I'm trying to read this as a mother telling a story to a child, but I keep finding out I'm probably wrong.

[Catrin Gold]

Try thinking of it as "a tale of Mother Nature" and see if it works better for you.