Stories of the Wind by LadySunflower
Summary: A work in imagery and repeated lines. Reviews very much appreciated.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Genres: Poetry
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 329 Read: 833 Published: 12/01/2004 Updated: 12/01/2004

1. Stores of the Wind by LadySunflower

Stores of the Wind by LadySunflower
Driftwood planks of a decrepit swing scrape,
As it gently sways in the breeze.
Delicate chains of rusted iron,
Barely able to uphold their frail duty,
Screech lonely cries for times long past.
And only the wind listens.

Along a path from the old porch,
Dead leaves stir in the breeze.
Papery hues of scarlet, amber and maroon,
Frolic above the worn cobblestones,
Rustling in memory of an emerald life.
And only the wind listens.

Journey’s end brings the leaves to a brook,
That flings trace droplets into the breeze.
Rushing down from the mountain,
Smooth liquid giggles like children,
Calling out from their nautical playground.
And only the wind listens.

Climbing the mountain finds a den,
Framed with shrubs that swish in the breeze.
Curled up in darkness a small lamb bleats,
Alone in the calm before the storm,
Crying out helplessly for comfort.
And only the wind listens.

Over the lair rests a manor,
Indigo banners flapping in the breeze.
Limestone spires hover the battlements,
Witness to bloodshed of long ago wars,
Whispering tales of glorious triumph.
And only the wind listens.

Within sits a man near a window,
Lace curtains billowing in the breeze.
Fingering a brilliant crimson rose,
Careful of painfully thorny beauty,
Sighing longingly for a love not his.
And only the wind listens.

Laying abandoned upon the windowsill,
Silken petals tremble in the breeze.
Greedy tendrils of air caress and snatch,
Throwing the lovely into the heavens,
Moaning as it instead falls towards earth.
And only the wind listens.

Down the mountain falls the rose,
Verdant and ruby carried in the breeze.
Careening past the den and over the stream,
Tumbling upon cobblestones towards the porch,
Bearing the message of promise.
And only the wind listens.

Soft skin lifts the rose back to the heavens,
Golden locks rippling in the breeze.
Sly smile upon rosy lips forms,
Twinkling blue diamonds raised up high,
Wistful acknowledgement uttered.
And only the wind listens.
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