Category : Poems

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All is red in Birstay
city of red clay
We throw it all day long
and sing a merry working song
In rhythm with the wheel

Once a month merchants come
to make trades, 
on the way 
to the Kings market square 

A festive place to be
Troubdours, jongleurs and jesters 
perform for their keep
and every desire is traded for 
in the street

There's booths selling hot food 
and some sell drink 
flags and pendants fly 
while children play
as Knights and Queens

The most beautiful pots
come with birstay kiln marks
especially the ones I make
because I inlay 
dragon scale in shades 
of turquoise and jade 


Birstay won't go 
where I dare to go
to find the best
prettiest scales
Where dragons shed
Near the cliffs 
of the sea

Once in the courtyard
The nobles set their worth
So commons can't afford
Only Kings Queens and lords

One day I gave aid
to an old friend in need
and couldn't leave in time,
but was out of all supplies
of what pottery buys

It was already late 
in the day
with no time to waste
I just loaded the wagon 
and went on my way

The moon shines bright
and the scenery is plush,
but the old road is deep in ruts

Rock, shake and bounce
slow but steady
along with the pots I took

Finally I see 
the campfire 
of the merchants

Will they let me make a trade
so I can 
be home
 by the first 
light of day?

What is this I hear
a low growl like hungry bears
I Stop to pull my bow
and lifting my lantern high. 
I turn all around. 
Nothing is seen 
but the growl 
still goes on.

I continued cautiously
but now the fire looked weird
like green and purple from here
with no flash nor flicker
and up above 
a line of lamps 
each as the full moon light
circling high
above the ground
going slowly around

Over my head opened a door
that revealed a light
bright and white as if it were day
A plank reached the ground
and on it stood a silhouette 
of a person 

He was small and grey
so then I felt brave
but when he reached out to me 
I fainted

Barely awake I blinked my eyes 
open
and I found I was 
surrounded 
by people strange and tiny