Green Love

Hypnotize me… if you can, please…. to tell you, my childhood tale…a tale of love… a romantic one, a lost love. Heroic! you may say Weird! Whisper some others. A child’s romantic love! A stale tale….? Laities may say, yet a tale astral lovers love. See my thighs… if not sure, see my back… You may still see signs of this “weird” love. ah, pains of love, the price I paid for my love, but I knew my love, sure, would sooth my woes. Brekekekex koax – koax: her secret morning call, only we lovers knew; bowers knew too. I could see her draping, green gown through the beams of my home … bars of my jail. We lovers, hovered long hours: under bowers; sitting on briars; hiding in thickets, hedges; running all along the widespread valley; diving in streams, brooks; and counting…stars. So romantic was our love. So Green was it! But as any other child’s love, “Romeo & Juliet Love,” you may say, our love had a great fall, ………………………………….a tragic fall. Dec. 10, 2020 Story from Your Childhood Poetry Contest Contest sponsor: L Milton Hankins