Biography of Peter Bolton
Peter Bolton Poems
The End Of Music
There was a boy who, not having dedicated himself sufficiently to his studies, Left school with no qualifications whatsoever. One thing he had learned, however, was some skill in playing the violin. His name was Tarlin.
The Two Ships - Illustrated
One ship is shown, sailing with proud sails; Blue and white waves move gently across the screen. “There is a ship that sails the seas.
The Polo Shirt
There was a barber called Andrea Polo, Brother of some famous traveller. His beard grew very long because he couldn’t afford a good mirror. One day he decided that enough was enough.
The Tablets Of The Law
The prophet Morab lived on the top of Mount Solon. There he kept the tablets that were God’s law. But in the city, where the people dwelled, Albanoun the high priest had built a temple of magnificent proportions to the glory of God and himself. He thought, ‘It is not meet for the law to be separated from those who should obey it.’ Therefore he sent a messenger up the mountain demanding that the tablets be sent down into his care.
Okay. There was this young bloke called Vellin, whose father was in business. He wanted to marry a lass called Melna, a poor girl from a rough estate who had no parents. Trouble was that Vellin’s father, Belforzan, had gone bust so they couldn’t get married.
The Perils Of Habit
King Farrald only had but one child, the Princess Melinta. As she grew, the princess was taught how to deal with matters of state for she was first in line to the throne. However, with customary foolishness the augurs were consulted on her birth. They forecast that one day a nobleman would claim her as his bride
The Two Brothers
There were once two brothers, princes both Who, on their father’s death, shared his kingdom as he directed. Thus Halbert took the flat country of Höannia With its rich farmland and booming towns,
How To Become A Waiter
When Larial reached the town, his purse was empty. Nay, he had no purse, for the robbers had stripped him of all possessions. There was none to aid him, for self-reliance was the ethos of that place Therefore, needing employment, he resolved to apprentice himself to some trade.
The high priest Pallidan wanted a sacrifice. Nobody had been taken to the altar for years because the king, being a kindly man, had made the tests too easy. The first task was to receive a serving of cake upon a platter and deliver it to the king for his enjoyment. Esme duly held the plate and the slice was placed thereon with the royal tongs.
The Single Bulb
In the gardens monastic were both herbs of the culinary kind And those that healed the afflictions of this world, Both rosemary and rue. A poor man passed who had some bulbs to sell so that he might feed his family.
The Surrogate Princess
King Hildred and Abril, his queen, could not bear children. The appearance of a baby princess in the palace was therefore attributed to the attendance of some fairy godmother. A gift. Princess Melita grew into a strapping lass,
It was in the reign of King Harmon, A king of great pride, Who liked it to be seen that he listened to his people. So his throne stood high, where he could hear their pleas presented.
The Veil Of Tears
From the high mountain A weft of white water drops its way, rock by rock, to the valley floor. Only he who knows can give its name, for it is the Veil of Tears.
Brinna, The Girl Who Fed The Swans
There was a girl called Brinna, who fed the swans. The swans lived on the lake; Drohan of the flashing beak; Giselle whose pure white neck was the longest and the slenderest ever seen;
The Veil Of Tears
From the high mountain
A weft of white water drops its way, rock by rock, to the valley floor.
Only he who knows can give its name, for it is the Veil of Tears.
The Princess Pamella was riding in the forest,
The leaves were green and humming birds fluttered into and out of the hibiscus flowers.
She was happy and sang the song of the day.
You might have thought that the kingdom was at peace,