Wednesday, 6 March 2013

A Mythology of Leaves

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

Regular readers will know I have a passion for nature; its trees, history, and mythology...

A MYTHOLOGY OF LEAVES

As the wind rustles leaves across earth and sky
and the moon feels its way among clouds,
hear voices of old gods telling loud and strong
of a time when they sat, oh, so proudly,
on the crest of Olympus considering the ways
of Earth’s children and found us wanting

It is Earth Mother who replies, loud and strong,
reminding them where they went wrong,
trying to manipulate humankind at their whim
like pieces on a chessboard instead
of allowing for its foibles and letting its peoples
win or lose their own battles

To the tawny owl, she calls, as it hunts its prey
and to the rabbit, trying to run away…
To the rough sleeper on the streets of a city
where few will act upon their pity
but watch and wait, playing the blame game
(old gods, in all but name)

As the wind rustles leaves across earth and sky
and the moon feels its way to dawn,
hear voices of old gods calling loud and strong
on a time long, long, gone…
while Earth Mother can but consider the ways
of a new generation and find us wanting

Come day, hear Earth Mother confide in Apollo
how humanity’s poetry rings, oh, so hollow


[From: On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010


[Please Note: My collections are only on sale in the UK but anyone can order (signed) copies from me at a generous blogger discount. For details, contact rogertab@aol.com with ‘Blog reader’ or Poetry collection’ in the subject field.]




No comments :