Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

Potatoes, a Poem For Poets

We shall have to eat potatoes with our meagre humble pie
Sit chilly in our garrets writing verse until we die
Sacrifice our sanity, relationships, and health
Forego all thoughts of kudos, recognition, comfort, wealth
To draw the light from darkness, and to write upon the page
Words of painful beauty, words of love, and myth, and rage
To be alchemical, polemical; be vulnerable, be bold
Make magic from mundanity, and turn the dross to gold
To be poor, but to be Poets, who shall ever blessed be 
For we possess potatoes and the power of poetry

© Gail Foster 2016

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White Wolf October 5, 2016 at 5:04 AM I didn't know how to answer your reply so I came back instead! in answer to your question, I have followed the Druid's path now for about 17 years, did you recognize the Awen? How about yourself?

White Wolf October 4, 2016 at 9:37 PM Loved it immensely Gail, even more than I do potatoes.../|\ Gail Foster October 5, 2016 at 4:20 AM Thank you, Rick. Are you a Druid / bard? Kind regards, Gail