Too Narrow the Focus

Ruined_castle

photo by Kamil Porembiński, fiddled with by Charley

A thousand knights on war-bred horses ride.
And sparrows sing the fog away in morn.
When wine and bread my gut do fill betide,
I’ll sing the battle psalm like manner born.
In troth a dry comfort I sucked and cried,
but learned to climb and handouts did I scorn.
Tis when we’ve pockets filled our past is lost.
A circle joined, a place, at such a cost.

It’s Ottava Rima night at dVerse Poets Pub.  Barkeep Frank bids us post our iambic efforts and peruse the gallery.  Come along and join in!

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20 thoughts on “Too Narrow the Focus

    • Now that is high praise. To engage the senses in a poem. Not tell them, but to bring the reader into a place of sight, smell…. Thank you for that complement!

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