Just a rebirth from the middle ages.

While the minstrel sounds of thunder

brought change in the weather,

the jester drowned in tears of rain

meanwhile Lords and Ladies

hump their treasures.

 As peasants look on 

with smiles on their dials

of frowns turned upside down

reflected in the mirror of truth,

the dance to reason hides

in minds of clowns.

In the off season

where spring blossums

resting on maidens

all lined up pretty in a row,

their summery love on show

I see all good people

running wild

like ants wanting

to claim their prize.

While this renaissance

in turn will become

past orbits of dust

passengers embark on time's ferry

where memories are taken away

on the final voyage.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Just a rebirth fromthe middle ages'
Andrew Mitchell
What a word, renaissance,,, How fitting is this write about the past whether as the title is, the middle ages or maybe the middle age of a person. Your descriptions of maidens which sound like flowers in a row, good people running wild like ants and peasants with smiles on their dials turned upside down.. just a few of the phrases which make this view into layers of time so real! Your opening line is catchy;
"while the minstrel sounds of thunder
brought change in the weather'
the jester drowned in tears of rain"
I can just see the layers of time slowly peeling away.
This was fun to read and ponder...thank you for writing it.
Blessings,
Kathy

[andrew mitchell]

wow thanks Kathy!:) for a wonderful review