Minstrel Magic Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Minstrel Magic



There was a time now long since past
when minstrels at the fair
sang songs and fiddled to the crowds
in rural village squares
dressed bright in silken tasseled clothes
with stripes and diamond shapes
embroidered in eccentric ways
on banners and silk capes

They sang of battles and of kings
and in between the lines
sent messages from freedom's land
to folks for years confined
to labor on a tenant farm
and chattel their few goods
who longed to breathe on their own soil
and hunt in nearby woods

Sometimes the bonds and chains of fear
are much too strong to break
when pushed and pulled and torn and cut
by mighty force to shake
but sometimes silly seeming clowns
who juggle for their bread
and sing what seem like harmless songs
can touch that golden thread

None paid the minstrel too much mind
but still the truth remains
sometimes the smallest spark can touch
and burn oppression's chains
the bird of spirit can't be found
in weighty tomes or runes
but may be coaxed to leave its cage
by juggling minstrels tunes.

Minstrel Magic
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: entertainment,freedom,history,music,old,songs
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