Sunday, 15 March 2015

A TROUBADOUR I TRAVERSE By; Dennis Brutus

A troubadour, I traverse all my land
exploring all her wide flung parts with zest
probing in motion sweeter far than rest
her secret thickets with an amorous hand:
and I have laughed disdaining those who banned
enquiry and movement, delighting in the test
of wills when doomed by Saracened arrest,
choosing, like unarmed thumb, simply to stand.

Thus, quixoting till a cast-off of my land
I sing and fare, person to loved-one pressed
braced for this pressure and the captor's hand
that snaps off service like a weathered strand:
-no mistress-favour has adorned my breast
only the shadow of an arrow brand


Posted By Ozioma Ogbaji

This is another poem I love for its theme and literary expressions. Click here for a synopsis.

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