Part IV: Castles Within

Pursuit’s yonks may fleetingly elapse

Like greased thunderbolts to eager spires

But the Hellene warrior’s hymn maps

His Achilles’ heel: the garden’s tires!

His spine against her digits of greens

War-torn flesh reveling such caress

Would their aspired exchange fashion means?

For sight ain’t speech in an urbane dress…

His ōidē of relish tersely ceased

As a voice wafted through the airstream

An exemplar of an aural feast,

Font’s like a fair maiden of esteem

None espied! Is it his greensward’s voice?

“Aye, my beloved,” breathed the garden

While pines bared an accrual of joys,

Hellas’ Prince flaunted smiles beyond ken

Who won’t proudly beam while listening?

The Grecian hero grinned all the more…

Her voice—the herald of timeless spring—

The red-breasted robin of amor!

Frail mind! Relive the impossible!

Princely thoughts went flummoxed by delight

Yenned, far-flung hopes were then feasible

Love’s exhilarated—dream’s in sight!

To embrace the mount as a princess

And build his heartstrings out of her touch

Were the heir’s castles within, no less,

Which emblazoned his claymore-life’s clutch

The stunning garden’s castle within

Was to swathe him with her foliage

Of impassioned stalks, both thick and thin,

That loved him from gashes to peerage

By words’ gift, both shared soulful castles

Which appeared like but ain’t in vapor

Their staunch commitment amidst hassles—

Envoy to spheres of lifelong fervor…

The prince asked, “My castle within’s you—

What encumbrance thwarts me from thy realm?”

The garden sighed, “The Eyes of Saxe Blue—

His blessing’s my mortality’s helm.”

 

*Consider it “further inspiration”. I’ll write ’til the story of the prince and his garden is done. I’m naming it FASCINATION WITH A BETTER GARDEN series. Unlock the mystery!