Monday, August 15, 2011
"The Invisible Poet" (poem by Dorothy)
The Invisible Poet
(dedicated to all poets, artists, and
musicians who never were fully
recognized in their time)
Frankly, it’s like
being the beggar outside
watching the king
and his cronies
feast at the long table.
There is music,
there is wine,
there is joyous
greeting and recognition.
The hall is decked
with greenery
and red berries.
The musicians
are tuning up
in the corner.
The servants
are bringing in
the pig with
the apple,
the roasted vegetables
hoisted up earlier
from the cellars before
being washed
in the giant tubs,
then the pudding
and cake.
The musicians now
are playing festive tunes,
the yule log blazes.
Soon there will
be dancing.
You are someone
hidden in the
rafters,
looking down,
trying not to cough
or give yourself away.
Dorothy Walters
August 14, 2011
(Image from Google)
