The Little Occurrences of a Small Town Bard – A Poem

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A little tavern off the side of the main street might prove inconspicuous 

And that’s true with the low grumblings at the tired hour of mid day

 

Soft layers of light filter through the half closed blinds

Onto a table held in a stagnant game of cards

 

You’d think the players were caught in stasis

 

At the table were two men, they joust their words

Until one places a card, flashing a prideful smile

And with a steep crescendo their voices rise

Then the inconspicuous tavern turns to a lively brawl 

 

And in the corner of this growing excitement

A smile curves on an even more inconspicuous figure

As she pulls out her lute and places a resonating chord

 

After all, what fun are clashes without a little accompaniment?

 

With a spirited melody, the bard dances along

Each footstep echoless but gracefully flowing

 

Matching the pace of the battling brawl

Until one stands triumphantly over the collapsed other

 

And so the bard ends her piece as the final punch connects

Among the distraction she pays her bill on the counter

Then quietly steps out of the tavern as to not deal with the mess inside

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The next day, you might find that bard at the same tavern

Or maybe not, she lives a carefree, unorganized life

 

This midday she quietly sat in lull playing her flute

Halfway into an alley to avoid the busy marketplace

She didn’t notice the approaching armed and drunken man

 

And so the man called to her, unkindly requesting all of her money

But she was a bard, so she didn’t have any money

 

So she spun up an offer to buy the man a drink

And hopped to her feet with a slight grin

 

The bard walked down the road with alacrity

Leading the drunken man who stumbled behind inattentively 

Straight into the sheriff’s office, knife still in hand

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The main street held a fountain near the middle

The bard sat there only sometimes

And today was one of those sometimes

 

Seeing the busy street in front, She pulled out her lute

And played the songs of her people

 

Passerby’s would often stand by the side to watch

Sometimes they tossed coins into her upturned hat in front

Having a crowd riled her motivations

And so she strum and sang at her best until the sun began to set

 

After the performance she sat slumped against the bench

Eyes resting in an easy torpor

 

Until 2 children came running up 

Their faces excited, and eyes glowing with the light of the setting sun

 

“Could you play another?” they gleefully asked.

 

The inconspicuous bard then let out a soft groan

With her face upturned to the vibrant sky

Then she cast a sweet smile at the children

And played her lute again

 

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