I wrote this poem last autumn as I was walking to the train station one afternoon. Sounds clichéd? I know. But as I trudged through the piles of dead leaves which covered my path it really reinforced my hatred for Autumn and the death of green everywhere. So I just got out my phone and wrote it as a text. Not really expecting to make anything of it. But one
night i read it
to some of my friends , they said it was 'good' which surprised me. But being somewhat intoxicated, I thought is best to expose it to the wider world to see what happens..
A lot of my inspiration came from the littlie known poem ‘All that is Gold’* By J.R.R. Tolkien. It tells of the crownless King Aragon: who is a man of shaggy appearances and seemingly of lowly status. But the poem depicts his rise in standing against all odds and appearances. It portrays an image like that of a forgotten seed waiting to germinate and one day become an unexpected flower. This motif reminded me of the ugly and depressing leafless trees in Autumn and the grandeur they will with the return of the summer- my favorite season.
*(CLICK the
'Inspirational Poems' tab
on the home page for 'All that is Gold')
Aestas, Lord of Seasons
All who understand that which is nature,
will hail Summer as a Lord of Seasons.
Its awe inspiring warmth seemingly impenetrable,
despite the blemish of rain,
which falls against summer’s gleaming armour.
Its corrosive curse powerless against the craft of summer’s brawn.
But, as August wanes, its Lordship fails,
as if slewed by an unseen sword.
Autumn’s shadow lengthens, akin to Winter’s darkness.
Summer’s sparkling light is sundered from all former haunts.
Thus golden-brown leaf paraphernalia overwhelms the ground,
blowing hither and thither the dregs of a summer party,
reminiscent of a former greener grandeur now bereft of Lordship.
Nay! It is but a farewell for the present-until the green fire of summer is rekindled.
Yay! Some declare the Shadow’s beauty is fair to behold..
The silver shine of frost,
The fresh breath of forlorn cold.
Revealing bare the Lordly woods of old?
Bring back the spring!
With fresh greens, whites, yellow indifferent.
Bring back the summer! Kindly Lord of nature.
I hope you enjoyed it!? All comments and questions are welcome!
Mylz Furlonge-Walker.
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