[Blurb] / by Brian Kunde

[Blurb]
by Brian Kunde

  These verses are the daughters of drought, offerings
from a time in which the Fount of Thalia has dwindled to
a trickle. Few indeed have been the fruits to ripen of late
in the fields fed from her stream, and of what first
appeared good much proved sour at first taste. That
which was saved from the harvest had yet another test ere
it could be set upon the table, for it was forced to face an
exacting steward of severe judgment. A fair portion the
harvester found worthy failed to pass the steward; thus
this meal I hoped to make a feast instead forms a repast
like to leave you hungry when you leave your place.
  For the banquet’s deficiencies, kindly accept the
apologies of your impoverished host, and the hopeful
pledge that when next you are invited to dine
Mnemosyne’s daughter will have dealt more kindly with
the tender of her orchard, so you may find the fare more
worthy of your expectation. Until then the present dish
must suffice to recall to mind the feasts that once were,
and may perhaps be again.
                        Your Humble Servant, the Poet.

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from All-Too-Occasional Verses : poems, 1st ed., Dec. 2005.
A later (versified) version appeared in the chapbook
An Occasional Fountain, Dec. 2011.

1st web edition posted 3/3/2006.
This page last updated 7/26/2013.