What was her name?

Oh, what was her name?
How the years are cruel
I still see her eyes
It's her that I blame

Beckoned to the woods
Resting by her fire
"Sit by me" she says
"Come let's play a game"

Wood smoke drifted up
Sleepy, my eyes closed
She then spoke to me
My mind she did claim

These words she whispered
"Take care of my world
There's those that mean harm
For greed is their name"

Now I am like her
I can talk to owls
Creatures scamper up
With me they are tame

Warning signs they show
When nature needs help
Birds, beasts and insects
All to me they came

Fish would do as well
With mouths all agape
With them I had doubts
But they were in pain

Troubles others told
Foolishness of man
Ruining the wild world
Just for their own gain

I'm a wanted man
Just like that woman
Many years ago
Cybele her name

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Cybele was the Phrygian and Greek Earth goddess and clearly needs help if she is seeking assistance from me to preserve the beautiful wild places!

Remembering

Now lest you think me a pagan ass

Remember I talk with forked tongue                              

Once when I was so very young                                      

At school I sat dumb in Latin class                                   

Why was I learning a language dead                              

Spake by Romans as conquests they made                  

As with nubile maidens down they laid                          

Except now by chemists to earn their bread                  

I was bored completely in my brain                                 

So carved my initials in the desk’s top                           

My knuckles wrapped soon did make me stop               

Teacher said my future was down the drain                   

If only he’d told of their heroic deeds                              

Monsters and voyages far from home                                       

Of gods and goddesses sowing seeds                           

Then my mind would not have roamed                         

I couldn’t wait for the class to end                                             

To get out on the sports field with a ball                          

Then joyfully homeward I could wend
Now hand in hand with my sweet gal                            

Image of Perseus saving Andromeda found at www.en.wikipedia.org

We meet at night

                                             Charon the Ferryman

I’ve woken again

I smell sulphur in the air

Do you hear moaning?

 

This dark is fearful

Unholy sounds are amplified

Yes, it’s me they want

 

They’re here to collect

I agreed to pay in full

So don’t criticize

 

I’ve had a good life

Had a devil of a time

Must pay ferryman

Potted (potty) Aesop

I thought three of Aesop's fables could be retold in haiku form to get good value for money.

1. Boy floundering in river

 Boy drowning calls help

Scolded for his carelessness 

“Save me! Moan later”

 Moral – Help first, admonish after 

2. Crow and pitcher

Thirsty crow finds jug

Water there but cannot reach

Drops stones to raise up

Moral – Results achieved little by little

3. Dove and the Ant

Ant fell in river

Dove dropped twig to save him

Ant bites dove’s hunter

Moral – Every good turn deserves another