A Knight and A Milkmaid

At the spring of Golinsith
a maiden wrung her hair
and the knight who spied on her
did lovingly despair.

For he had no gold:
only a rheumy, knackered steed.
And although he’d tried for years,
not one outstanding deed.

In the town, he sold his armor
for seed and new-forged hoes.
And began a bitter siege
against agricultural foes.

Finally, his fifth harvest
allowed him for a dowry
to that milkmaid, who only asked
for a necklace strung of cowries.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

5 thoughts on “A Knight and A Milkmaid”

  1. Beautiful 🙂 So often we set expectations upon ourselves that are far more challenging than others might. A Lovely reminder that Love is Enough 🙂

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