She is beautiful
and she warms my memory
Youthful, yet ancient
In motion, yet still
Strong, yet exposed
Like a castle
in a field
covered with moss
that I once saw
in Ireland
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
wistful and wishful. niiiiice!
ReplyDeleteGreat analogy. Most modern poetry I don't get but I like this.
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet.
ReplyDeleteErin Go Bragh!