Minstrel Song
30 August 2010 | Filed Under Poetry
Grad school starts today! So here’s a poem I wrote fall of third year.
It’s a very important part of a character for my Shadows, Echoes, and Reflections book. You can learn more about this story in a few months, when I start gearing up for NaNoWriMo ’10.
Minstrel Song
Between the harvest moon and withered field
The blackbird sits upon the hawthorn tree.
From passing gracious kin he is concealed,
But when I stop he does not hide from me.
Oh sing once more your haunting melody
Of whispers, rustlings, and your tail of woe
Which borrows thorns from off the tree. The key
To flight is neither drop nor fall below,
Yet watch the ground for shadows of the crow.
He’ll gladly steal your life, your wing, your home;
Your song the one defense against this foe –
Now you have earned the right to freely roam.
Take heart, small bird, against the pulls of earth –
It shall not always rob you of your worth.
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