The Troubadour

by PerditusOctober 21, 2020October 21, 2020

The Troubadour sighs

his musical story has come to its end

With a flourish and a bow

he leaves, down the stairs descend

🌑

His is a heavy heart

as he stops and glances back

For his daemon words have caused

the audience to shrivel and crack

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Ines Newell PGCert on October 21, 2020 at 7:49 am
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loved reading it. very beautiful, where did you picture from real brings the poem alive?

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1. Stuart on October 21, 2020 at 7:58 am
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  Thank you 😊
  
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blindzanygirl on October 21, 2020 at 10:53 am
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Oh fancy being in that audience. I wish we still had troubadrs

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1. Stuart on October 21, 2020 at 11:09 am
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  I’d rather not be in that audience! 😊
  
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  1. blindzanygirl on October 21, 2020 at 12:03 pm
    
    Lol
    
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  2. Stuart on October 21, 2020 at 12:03 pm
    
    😊
    
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d.a.simpsonwriter on October 21, 2020 at 4:24 pm
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Very beautifully evoked ❤

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1. Stuart on October 21, 2020 at 4:24 pm
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  Thank you 😊
  
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Jeff Flesch on October 22, 2020 at 4:53 am
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Well done, Stuart. 🙂

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1. Stuart on October 22, 2020 at 8:22 am
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  Thank you Jeff! 😊
  
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