I am but a minstrel, a singer of songs.
A righter of wrongs.
And I sing to make my mistress happy.
And I sing to bring her peace.
When my voice and my lute
do not suffice,
I unsheathe my sword
And I become….
An avenging angel wielding truth in my hand
naked and unrestrained
Judgment rolls like tides of a frothing sea
blind to sentiments
“Where is your sweetness?” my mistress cries
She wounds me with her pain
Still, I let the might of truth fall
though I die a thousand times.
I am participating in Jill’s Casting Bricks Collaborative Challenge for September. I find that collaborating with other writers to be not only a fun but also a rewarding endeavor. It is amazing how different minds piece together a poem like a quilt. The results are often surprising and exciting.
Anyway, I am completing Charley’s Minstrel Half-poem by writing the second half. The last two italicized stanzas are mine. Charley says that his piece is a faux Madrigal. I took it to mean that I can have some liberties with the form of my response (as long as it is almost close to the original). Do visit Charley’s poem and Jill’s challenge page, and write your own response or challenge or both. Have fun. 🙂