Tell
me again, about the fight
And
how you fought it to the damnation
See
me writing how you fought the fight
And
I look on and nod in admiration.
Hey,
look at you, I lean in closer
You
fought the fight and here I am admiring
You
are the destiny, I just cook the meals
You
come home to a hero’s welcome
And
as I scurry round to find the feast
And
wonder whether the wine will last the night
Tell
me again about the fight
And
I’ll make sure an audience awaits.
I
do a thousand thousand tiny works,
I
find your shield and shirt and sword
And
lay in preparations for your feast
And
wonder if I’ve done enough
So
here you are, hero and warrior wild
And
I am grateful that you stoop to me.
You
are the centre of the bardic tales
And
I, peripheral, will worship thee.
Brilliant, drunk or not, absolutely brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThat's very moving Sybil.Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYou write better with a bit of tizzy going on than I do stone cold sober. I love it! Good on Girl! :)
ReplyDeleteLove it. I often find I write better when had a few. But would not attempt art work....!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat is it "they" says? "Write drunk, edit sober." You did justice to the image, very well done.
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