The minstrels strode on the old roads
in the day of the ox and wheel
bearing news ‘till riders passed
at the gallop in cloaks of steel.
So the old roads became slim lines
well bound in the ox’s leather
holding words preserved and dry
away from the changing weather.
Slim lines then twined in spider chains
joining the limits of travel
so minstrels tarried by glowing hearth
with boots that never trod gravel.
J.S. MacLean lives in Calgary Alberta. Hs work has appeared in such places as ditch, Why Vandalism? battered Suitcase, Feathertale, Soundzine, and various others. In his spare time he wears various hats on the staff of a new online journal, The Triggerfish Critical Review.
in the day of the ox and wheel
bearing news ‘till riders passed
at the gallop in cloaks of steel.
So the old roads became slim lines
well bound in the ox’s leather
holding words preserved and dry
away from the changing weather.
Slim lines then twined in spider chains
joining the limits of travel
so minstrels tarried by glowing hearth
with boots that never trod gravel.
J.S. MacLean lives in Calgary Alberta. Hs work has appeared in such places as ditch, Why Vandalism? battered Suitcase, Feathertale, Soundzine, and various others. In his spare time he wears various hats on the staff of a new online journal, The Triggerfish Critical Review.
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