Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Merchant Man

In one of my college British Lit. classes, we were often asked to compose a piece of writing that echoed the author that we were studying at the time. And I just have to say that I love British Literature! One composition assignment came when we read Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market." I don't attempt her scope, depth of feeling or epic length (it was a homework assignment after all) but I did try to capture the rhythm and mystery. I love Rossetti's poem and one day, perhaps, I will do it justice. For now, I give you "The Merchant Man."

A tingle and a tangle,
they hear the song abroad;
comes the merchant man.
With a smile poise and proper,
comes the merchant man.
Covered with cloth and bangles,
comes the merchant man.
Short and surly,
strong and burly,
with dark locks of curly,
comes the merchant man.

Mysteries from the East
surround his roving feet,
and the strange foods he eats;
the wandering merchant man.
Peep in his bag and glimpse
what he brings with knowing fee
from the foreign forest imps;
misty treasures from afar sent,
the magical merchant man.

1 comment:

  1. I have to be honest, I know pretty much nothing about poetry. But I do love poetry. There is something magical and captivating about it to me. And I like this poem! Thanks for sharing!