Comes the Fiddlers Three

aDarkerMind

comes the fiddlers three

with kegs each for their thirsty offspring

scurrying across sawdust of begotten shells

the fielded mice with the prophet of darkest mild

will drink at ease with the predator of all that moves;

 

in daylight binge of sumptuous calm

gone for now, the gnawing on fallen acorn

the pride with their passionate meat

the slobbering on dry hay and wet weed.

as strides a scent through cracked walls

onto crooked beams of midday wood

where lights the fire of the goblins hob;

 

how true be the whispers of gossiping wives?

how exaggerated the catch of the fishermans friend?

with scars real enough to pacify the eyes of unwanted bondage.

how deep must be the wanting of a lighter ale?

 

scale of fish. kale of cabbage white.

now muddled the tongues of insulin and revolt

with dry hearts on slabs of a promising yeast

gone now the hunter on his journey east

with satisfied heart. this now fed beast

will journey on to pastures new;

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2021 03:58
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards
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  • Michael Edwards

    Love this - needs another read and will pop it in my saves - such imagery.

  • L. B. Mek

    what assured write of tempered commentary, insightfully historical in context and with pin-point accuracy to timely relevance..
    a great read!

    • aDarkerMind

      thanks once again L B Mek. I always value your comment.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Michael for your kind words. very kind of you;



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