“The minstrel in the gallery / Looked down
upon the smiling faces.” – Ian Anderson
I am but a minstrel, a singer of songs.
A righter of wrongs.
And I sing to make my mistress happy.
And I sing to bring her peace.
When my voice and my lute
do not suffice,
I unsheathe my sword
And I become….
This is written and submitted as part of Jilly’s September Casting Bricks Challenge. There is no discernible form; but it leans toward a faux-Madrigal (in case there are any Madrigal experts lurking nearby). If need be… channel Jethro himself… or listen to Traffic’s John Barleycorn Must Die (the song).