The gentle bard!
The gentle bard from far away town,
Blew into my street like west wind,
With songs of love and kindness,
Merrier than I imagined.
For days after he left,
His word kept lingering in the air,
Charming were his tales,
Jewels like him are truly rare.
Were I nobility or something of importance,
I wouldn’t have to suffer and yearn,
I would have listened to him for hours,
Not helplessly wait for his return.
But Alas, life is found to be such,
He may find it fit to return one day,
I might or might not be here that dawn,
Who saw future, who’s to say?
Hello everyone! Today I’m presenting a poem that I recently wrote. The gentle bard is situated in a time where bards were great form of attraction. The narrator is a poor woman, who wishes to meet her bard again. I hope you enjoy it.
