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|
|5.||The Surrogate Princess||4/3/2013|
|6.||The Single Bulb||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|
|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|
|17.||The Love Potion||4/30/2013|
|20.||With A Sunflower On Her Head||5/26/2013|
|21.||A Reading From The Gospel According To Esme||4/4/2013|
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...
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.
It was allowed that flowers could adorn the altar,
For had not the Lord made the lilies of the field.
These bulbs flourished under the hand of Brother Jacob.
Their stems soared skyward, revealing the pristine beauty of the Himalayan snows.
Except for one.