The Lonely Lares

by Blake   Mar 4, 2020


Back before the woods were long
There came a quiet mourning song
Past the waters, wide and deep
The ancient Lares lay asleep
Without a home to dwell beneath
He stayed upon the withered heath
Seeing the forest climb and grow
Branches bud, then cracked to snow
Winter pushed the winds back west
And from it came a lively guest
She met him there upon the glade
Rotting roots where at he laid
She gave to him a Bartlett pear
And knitted shawl for him to wear
Left as she came to border of sward
And skipped across the leafy yard
They met many times and many a year
Her frequent talks to him were dear
She often wore a carmine gown
That married her hair when came unbound
Often she sat against the trees
And simply hummed with pleasant breeze
Some mornings she brought a lyre strung
And with it ballads graced over her tongue
Her smiles were true as was her heart
And every day he wished to not part
He wished to hold her kaolin hands
But his were stiff of bronze and sands
There came a day when she gave no prayer
And long she sighed against the air
She spoke of home, far past the sky
To a land below the mountains high
Seldom remembrance of her birth
Brought forth a smile which held no mirth
She walked back south along the fen
And never once mentioned the country again
When she was gone he only would wait
To see her come down forest gate
And while he waited he sang her songs
Though nothing passed his lips of bronze
Rain swept by the leafy pass
And fell hard upon the feet of grass
He knew she walked when weather was warm
But still he waited within the storm
A malice rode on the passing wind
As if a warning was meant to send
He heard through thicket and swaying leaves
The sound of steps and voice of thieves
Heavy their feet but silently walked
Beneath the trees that viciously rocked
They passed the border of forest and field
Each with torch and swords they wield
They marched with sneers and sinful eyes
And soon he heard the village cries
His voice went out, silent and sheer
And in him sank a lasting fear
The nights horizon flaked with flame
And till the dawn he called her name
There he waited, but she never showed
Forever sat empty the weaving road
Years he cursed the molting land
And wished to damn each mortal man
The leaves ferment in his rotting dell
And beasts escaped its stench of Hell
Long he stood on perished grass
And soon he too would gently pass
There he faded with mist and cloud
And swift his shawl became a shroud

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  • 3 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What a wonderfully visual rhymed tale of love and loss. Captivated me from the first word. Glad to see it nominated. Milly x

    • 3 months ago

      by Blake

      Thank you for all the kind words

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    A sad love story, but a real pleasure to read, wonderfully written in rhyme.

    • 3 months ago

      by Blake

      Thank you. I’m very happy you enjoy it

  • 3 months ago

    by Walter

    Beautifully written Blake...this had me captivated from start to finish! Superb.

    • 3 months ago

      by Blake

      I’m very happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for the kind words

  • 3 months ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Blake,
    What a wonderful storyteller you are and to do so in poetic rhyme, a melodic flow and perfect continuity. Captured my interest throughout - a joy to read. Well done.

    Kind regards, Tony.

    • 3 months ago

      by Blake

      Thank you. That means a lot

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