May 6, 2016 by phicks2012
I write poetry — or what I believe in my naivete to be poetry — when the spirit moves me, and occasionally it moves me to write verses honoring my friends. The poem below was written to honor my SCA Peer and friend, Christy — chef and vocalist and herbalist, and I was honored in turn when she found it pleasing. I hope you will as well.
Feeding the Soul
Above the simmering pot she stands
Where cook-fires blaze and voices sound,
With spice and knowledge in her hands
And rousing choruses are found;
To rise with song and levity
And offer forth the brimming bowl,
With honest hospitality
She ready stands to feed the soul.
Where songs are sung and viands shared
Her laughter hangs upon the air,
And fruits are joyfully prepared
Like celebrations waiting there,
And she, bright-visaged and sweet-voiced,
With melody en casserole,
Will cheerfully a flagon hoist
And from her larder feed the soul.
And if of music you would taste,
To set your spirit’s day a-right,
Come forth in song and joyous haste
To satisfy your appetite.
No Kingly feast could be more fair,
Nor dulcet notes more sweetly roll,
And if your spirit hungers there
Her melodies will feed the soul.
And when in time her tale is told,
And when her voice to us falls mute,
When glowing embers all are cold
Then shall we gather, resolute,
To sing her praise and lift a glass
A life lived fully to extol,
And down the board a trencher pass
To honor one who fed the soul.
[2 April, A.S.L, 2016]