26 May 2011

Banquo, Is That You?

Image courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales

Pardon me, good sir, I meant no harm
yet your stare tells you think otherwise
Please, my apologies for disturbing
what must be plaisirs ├ępicuriens

What? Why do they not see, not hear?
The gentleman espies a fascination,
while the ladies perhaps think him mad,
or full of the luthier's ministrations

But, you, mon ami loup,you miss naught
Yes, I know, the blade at my hip gives you pause,
too big to be at table, the roast is but wee!
Ha, ha! A joke, but the road is full of rogues

And the way here was fraught with peril
Men such as ourselves must protect our persons
No, no, my friend! Eat, drink, get your fill!
Relax in the company of your peers!

I would not get between a man and his meat
This traveling stomach knows scarcity of feast,
and surfeit of famine, the body needs it trencher,
While my blade and I await you, in the garden


  1. Or otherwise stated, boys will be boys.

  2. An unusual, and quite interesting, take on the prompt.

  3. I enjoyed reading this. How gentlemanly of him to let him enjoy a meal before the battle.

  4. This seems to be very familiar. Perhaps a theme redeveloped? If not, then you are a great craftsman of words, because this "passage" if you will could fit in a great novel. Congratulations on writing well done.

  5. A gentleman of honour ... never go into battle on an empty stomach ... a noble gesture indeed! Great take, I like it.

  6. Lively poem, exemplary voice to this.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...