My first and only attempt at poetry…. From my SCA days

The Bardic Circle

The fire is lit.

A circle we form.

Music, jokes, and tales to entertain and inform.

Mead, wine, and beer to drink.

A time to smile.

A time to think.

A circle of friends to celebrate.

Laugh and love.

To fill the plate.

A banquet of joy.

A feast of hope.

Our minds we toy.

Our hearts we rope.

As our sounds travel the night.

Our hearts all take flight.

By Lord Toben Wanderbursche

About MartyW47

Attending Triton College. Studying Emergency Services Management & Criminal Justice. Currently employed @ MPPD & Aflac. After 30 years out of school I'm back in College and having a Blast!
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2 Responses to My first and only attempt at poetry…. From my SCA days

  1. well, you should be writing more poetry, Marty. this is as convivial a poem as ever I read, and you have an ear for meter. I feel like I stepped into old timey England–or Skyrim! – and am a happier lass for it. Thank you for sharing!! More!!

    • MartyW47 says:

      Thank you! The “Back Story” called The Bardic Circle was a paper I wrote for college. At the time I didn’t think I’d be posting both the paper and the poem, because at the time I wasn’t blogging. But, if inspiration strikes again I will write more poems. Thank you very much for the kind comments Charron! I think I get my meter from my years playing guitar and composing music for it…

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