Minstrel (Jester)

 



I have the King's ear

With my verses

When all is strict, tiresome, official

He turns to me

And waves in my art.

The Court is hushed.

Humour or moral

Questions or habits.

All get my glass, magnifying

Brought close to some light

Of scrutiny or censure

Or hilarity.

I can be bold, or even accusative

Ironic.

Such is my way

Fueled by travels, muses

Experience and witnessing.

Bruises and benedictions.

The honest folk are convicted

They know I am no

FOOL.

I have influence in

Honoured platforms.

Touching severe policies.

My songs speak of heroism

Games of men and women

Scenes of Punch and Judy.

Hopes of the Heavenly.

Handles on our emotions

Puzzlements

Providence.

Music, what a tonic.

Music, what a surgeon's knife.

I wield it to special effect

And healing.

My dear gifted trait

Nothing bragging.

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