: minstrels of words
( a sapphic poem )
Love of spoken verse by our Sappho’s passion,
shared between my good friend Orpheus and I,
would have us, as a rule, the dueling poets
Till day turned saffron.
Two young buskers head-strong: wine, women & song
among the common folk we’d trod, to peddle
and spread the verse of stories & morals sung,
eyeing pretty girls.
Most were glad to hear from us, as we two walked,
down the dusty roads we’d wander, singing, like
troubadours, through villages and fields, leaf-strewn,
of parchment and mist.
Those days of sandal-wandering were famous
not only with the gathered souls in town, but
farmers pushing carts & shepherds with their sheep,
with whom we would sleep.
Written by Jade-Pandora
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