Today, we were asked to write a poem that tells a story in the style of a blues song or ballad. I will return to this another day.
The love of a young boy
Is the most tender of things
It’s a summer of pure joy
A wonderous butterfly wing.
For the love of a young boy
Is a warm woolly jumper
To be worn in the autumn
When fall fog falls like it oughta
For the love of a young boy
Burns like a stuck splinter
Or the blaze of cold hands
With no gloves in winter.
For the love of my young boy
Was the purest of things
Like the cool crystal-clear water
That we drank from our springs
Though the seasons they changed
My love stayed the same
Now when the gutter pipe spouts
I stand alone in the rain
O Billy, when you left us
My heart you did break,
When you sailed for Tasmania
For a new life to make
The love of a small boy
Is the most tender of things
But when it’s left without reason
The blues it will sing.
Missives & Musings 