Merlin in Autumn

An old leave tumbling down.

Thus I am.
Autumn. 
Madness and despair.
A boar ravaging and racing toward its end.

Death and dissolution. 
The mighty oak rotten inside. 
Leaves brown and golden tumbling down.

Words suffocated with meaning. An old man's shallow breathing.
Rambling riddles. Eyes that stare, wide open, straight trough you.

Suffering and sorrow.
The great dark just before another new tomorrow.
Ow Hermes Trice Great, The stone turned black.

The prince fell into the coffin of the king.
Now both will die here in.

Persephone your mother is crying.
Your absence is the cruelty of nature dying.

See, all that lives is fragile as it withers away.
Let me steal your heart as a thief.

Grieve, grieve!

Reviews

[zombiebird]

I really admire your ability to create rhythm and rhyme. I love the way you end the poem, I think it really adds power to the whole thing. And awesome images, too. I have written some poems about Autumn and I've always been coming from a positive viewpoint, but I loved this poem because it totally made me think in a new way. (Also I'm impressed by your integration of myths into the natural imagery.) Well done!

[DaVoid]

Thanks.

I like to put mysteries in it that only some would understand.
I tried to write how Merlin felt when he seen the deaths of loved ones in battle and ran away in the forest going mad with grieve.

[Carolynn]

Love this! I like the style of writing you chose for it. I'm not a lover of fall as some are - I much prefer the newness of spring - well done!

[DaVoid]

Glad you liked it. All feedback welcome.