Peter Bolton

Rookie - 275 Points (2nd April 1942 / Brecon)

Peter Bolton Poems

1. Solismar The Dragon 3/29/2013
2. Brinna, The Girl Who Fed The Swans 3/31/2013
3. The Veil Of Tears 4/2/2013
4. Love's Dna 4/2/2013
5. The Surrogate Princess 4/3/2013
6. The Single Bulb 4/6/2013
7. The Examination 4/6/2013
8. How To Become A Waiter 4/8/2013
9. The Two Brothers 4/13/2013
10. The Perils Of Habit 4/15/2013
11. Collateral Damage 4/15/2013
12. The Tablets Of The Law 4/16/2013
13. The Polo Shirt 4/16/2013
14. The Two Ships - Illustrated 4/16/2013
15. The End Of Music 4/22/2013
16. The Quandary 4/23/2013
17. The Love Potion 4/30/2013
18. The Bridge 5/7/2013
19. Final Nightmare 5/12/2013
20. With A Sunflower On Her Head 5/26/2013
21. A Reading From The Gospel According To Esme 4/4/2013
Best Poem of Peter Bolton

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;
Seger, Orna, Pisky and Haze, their chicks.
Brinna knew them all.
Each day she came with crumbs from her table, a table of oak from the sturdiest tree in the forest.

There were people in the kingdom for whom such food would have been a banquet, even the tiniest morsel.
‘Wherefore do you give to those who can provide for themselves? ’ they asked.
‘What I give, ’ she answered, ‘is...

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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,
With ruddy cheeks and a high clear laugh.
She was taught the arts of gentility and learned them well.
The flicker of her eyelashes could send a tingle down a courtier’s spine,
But - her feet were too big.

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