Introduction to the Poet:
Robin Goodfellow is a student at the University of North Texas. She first became interested in writing when she was three, scribbling all over her parents’ walls and imagining herself in old fairytales while walking in her father’s garden. Since then, she has published poems in the online magazine, Nature Writing, as well as the Haiku Journal, the Healing Poems, and others.
Troubadour
You sailed to the ends of the
earth, the tides drawing you
in, the ocean breeze washing
over you, like
memories.
Your hand against the railing,
you look out at the twilight
surrounding you, the midnight
blue reflected across the mirrors
in your
eyes.
And all the while, you hum
your tunes, singing loudly into
the evening skies, without any
sadness, or any fear. You do
so, though the darkness surrounds
you, the clock winding faster and
faster.
Beyond the sights, and beyond
the sounds, you dance on the
ocean waves. You laugh and cry
and sigh, calling upon the wonders
of your own, endless
heart.
Family and friends all call for
you, the distant scent of home
within the salt gales. You call
their names and you say you
miss them. They smile and run to
you, arms wide.
Like a troubadour, traveling the midst of time,
you sing your majestic hymnals and rhymes.