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 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.
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.