The Bard

L No doubt it’s true.

Sitting here,
Strumming softly:
Listen and imbue

Notes glimmering cheer
Echoing gently.

Intricately renew
Escaping cold meer,
Riding the wind, romantically.

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  1. tim
    Oct 7, 2005

    I’m pretty sure this poem could stand for a fair amount of explanation. Of course, the secret to it all is in the title, and my curious readers probably have a good inkling, if they’ve followed their curiosity to a good dictionary. But just to poke a hole in the balloon of doubt (which is working hard with your short attention span to carry you away) I will expound a bit regarding the poem.

    Leptodactylous means “having slender fingers.” This word was the inspiration for the entire poem–though the poem hasn’t a thing to do with slender fingers (funny how creative imagery is born). The picture here is of a Bard making music in a warm Inn—his slender fingers gently coaxing rich melodies that bless the walls with their radiance. Take these notes in and have some peace for a while, put off harshness and cold for a while (a meer is another name for a lake–often a secluded glacial lake in the high country) and renew your vitality in a in a more vibrant reality.

    I also like the rhyming scheme, but if you’re interested in that sort of thing you’ll probably notice it yourself.

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