A Poem about Bandits

I have reblogged this poem by Michelle Joelle having read it just this morning. It is one of those poems that I always thought the best kind when I was a child with strong memorable images that draw me into the story. This is a site that I think I will be visiting often and I do hope that you will enjoy it too.

Stories & Soliloquies

Another vaguely Arthurian poem popped into my mind the other day, and I thought it was worth bumping Philosopher Fridays this week to share it. I think it may need another stanza to give a better picture of their lives and revelries, but I’m still pondering that. I have a sneaking suspicion that another poem is coming – I have a mind to write about desperate courtiers.

In the dark, still places in the deep of the woods
Lay in wait thieves and bandits who live on travelers’ goods.
All that it takes is just one handsome carriage,
Well stocked with provisions for a long forest passage.

One carriage is all that these vagabonds need
To supply themselves fully for two months at least.
They’ll use what they steal to augment their home camp
And live off the food for as long as it lasts.

The rest of the treasures…

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2 thoughts on “A Poem about Bandits

    • I forgot to say, Desperate Courtiers! What subject matter! I always remember the great Malcolm Muggeridge telling how he was once sitting at a café table when two young men came to the table next to his. One turned to the other and said without a hint of irony , “The trouble is, I think I am licking the wrong boots”!

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