A TROUBADOUR’S tales…

 A column by SARA ROWAN, consisting of delightfully crafted poems she spun from threads of imagination throughout the month of August.

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Cordelia, fair and bold
Geraldine, from tales of old
Seraphina, bright as light
Diana, sweet, fairy flying high

If only I
If only I
Plain old Anne, not once passed by
Perhaps a princess
Shining bright
If only I.

PLAIN OLD ANNE.
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Love and lose,
But never forget
Don’t you forget
Those roots

Love and lose,
But never forget,
Never regret,
Bring to here your end.

REGRETFUL
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Stormy weather,
A curse and a blessing
Warmth in my heart
Sweet hands caressing
Hold my heart
You have it all
Never give it back
Smile and I might fall.

LOVE
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Shaggy golden hair,
Brown cinnamon eyes,
Sweet cherry lips,
Soft voice, no lies
The perfect guy.

Dark chocolate curls,
Gouache green eyes,
Sweet strawberry pout,
Soft voice, no lies
The perfect guy.

The perfect guy.
Who tells a lie?
Sweet round eyes.
That tell no lies.
Lie, lie, lie,
On the ground nearby.

THE PERFECT GUY
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Watercolour swishing on the rain,
Dewdrops caressing my face,
Tears fall, loving all my ways,
I suppose the love is only in the day.

RAINY DAY
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Red skirt, swishing back and forth
White blouse, pert and uniform,
Dark hair, bobbing when she walks,
Smile there, nasty though she talks.

UNIFORM RED

Written by: Sara Rowan