The Gift of the Bard

By the light of the moon
And the flicker of flames
He sang and he strummed
As, enchanted, they came
To the place in the glen
Where the trees whispered spells
And shimmered reflections
On natural wells
Of bubbling waters
Trickling in streams
He called in the old
And the young full of dreams.
And gave them a legend
And a piece of old lore..
The pranks of the wee folk
And chieftains at war
The bard wove a story
Painted with words
He spoke of delights
Like they never had heard
Of chambers of crystals
Of faeries that fly
Of mysteries of nature
And gods in the skye.
The Bard raised his arms..
In praise with a shout
Exalting the heavens
His robes spreading out
Like the wings of a bird
About to take flight
The Bard sang and spoke
To the stars in the night.
The gathering cheered him.
They laughed
And they sighed.
They danced to his music..
Brought gifts to his side
Of flowers&of meade
Of bread and of spice
He asked them for nothing
But they paid him his price.
The perfume of earth
And the dampness of dew
Exuded the lust of life
Felt through and through
In the joy of the evening
He rolled on like thunder
and gave them his vision
Of magic and wonder.

jennifer grant