Grab the tissue.
One of the hallmarks of a true troubadour is that he sings his stories while he plays a musical instrument. (I say “he” but as a female I would have been called a “trobairitz.” Not a suitable name for a blog, so I have used poetic license and will let troubadour stand.) Thus not only does a troubadour sing his story, he also frequently plays an instrument. I only play one instrument: the clarinet. This precludes singing, and I think my singing may be a bit better than my clarinet playing, since it’s been a long time since high school band. With neither clarinet nor singing voice, I will share a poem I have written, called “The Angelus.”
Some background: “The Angelus” is, in its simplest form, a “devotion” or prayer, recited three times daily – at 6:00 AM, noon, and 6:00 PM. The prayer is accompanied by…
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