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 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,