woodkatie28

Little John

A man larger than life,

The muscle of the group

Long haired, scruffy.

Your weapon of choice

A tall dense wooden staff

But, you weren’t always like that

You weren’t always an outlaw

You had a wife, 

A son

A family

You became an outlaw,

Dead to the world

To your wife,

Your son

A son who would grow up 

Not knowing he had a father

You never dared to go back

For fear 

Of harm towards your family

You remained in the forest

So your family could have a better life

Every day became a good day to die



Comments1

  • dusk arising

    I like the way you have romanced with this character bringing to him a depth previously overlooked in his mostly two dimensional portrayal.

    Though mythical, like the Arthurian legend, these tales hold the elements of nobility and decency we like to think are sewn into the Brit personna.

    A most enjoyable piece.



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