Crusty Minstrel of yore.

 


Half trained reputation

Precedes him

With his trusty companion Owen.

To the next hosting

Cottage.

Parents and one

Ailing child Deidre.


He must have a song

He fashioned.

Yellowing teeth

Scratchy chin

Yellow stained tunic

Smallish pot belly.

Ale and roasted rabbit

Or biscuits delightful.


The little girl enters the room

Wheezing

Her red eyes pleading.

This man has tunes.

He invents happiness

Or a certain mood.

All news says so.


Cautiously Carolan approaches

Delicately holds her waist

And jettisons skyward.

His sore leg complains.

Laughter the consequence.

And seconds of fresher

Happier air.

Before again touching 

Dirt floor

Applause heard.

Mostly for her performance.


Mellow tune follows

On his ancient harp.

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