Oh he’s mad no question.
I see those are windmills,
too big to fall
to such an elderly arm.
Yet again, I wonder
why I am out here,
instead of in my quiet hovel.
I could seek other employ.
But my beard and bottom remind me
of the time I left
the Lord of La Mancha’s side.
The Duke and Duchess
may not be serious
about letting me rule,
but at least they were fair
and I knew when to expect my beatings.
Things always fall in order
when one knows one’s place.
There’s comfort in routine.
Still I’d rather give honest madness a
chance.
The windmills have thrown up
a small gale, knocking his helm off.
Wild-haired and wide-eyed,
he calls for his lance.
I do not hesitate.
“Sí Don Quixote, here it is.”
The Lord of La Mancha
charges into the fray.
For a moment,
I thought I saw the windmills tremble.
Song Choice: I, Don Quixote
This song is part of Imaginary Gardens With Real Toad's Tuesday Platform
LOVE these lines --
ReplyDelete"Still I’d rather give honest madness a chance"
"For a moment,
I thought I saw the windmills tremble."
Those were the lines I wrote first actually :) And yes, I'd say they're the most important part of the piece.
DeleteWith you all the way here, Rommy. You know it's a crazy world when fighting evil(even when disguised as an innocent windmill) is considered insane.
ReplyDeleteI hoped you'd see this one. I've had a very busy week carrying lances. Tiring too, with all the other things I need to get done. But I hold out hope for a good outcome.
DeleteThere’s comfort in routine.
ReplyDeleteStill I’d rather give honest madness a chance.
Such profound verse :D
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
DeleteI'd rather give madness a chance reminds me of a famous Bukowski line- I loved the hope against hope in every line here.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Above everything, I wanted the hope to come through.
DeleteI love and adore this! For lots of reasons, and the conclusion most of all.
ReplyDeleteThanks! The end makes me smile a bit too. :)
DeleteThis is delicious, Rommy.
ReplyDelete"... honest madness" will always make "windmills tremble" to the core. There is nothing more dangerous than an honest mad man supported by a trusted sane companion.
It's one of the few things that can change the world. :)
DeleteI like it! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWonderful words, as always.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Rommy ♥
Aw, thanks. Glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteOh so poignant....the sadness of one watching fading glory that doesn't know it is fading XXX
ReplyDeleteYes, there's sadness. But I'd like to think for Sancho's case there's a little bit of pride too, giving into mad idealism, just for the chance to see those windmills shudder a bit.
DeleteSo timely.. given also that Cervantes died 400 years ago... the allegory of the fight in vain... (imagine what difference a pair of glasses would have made)
ReplyDeleteLOL - very true! Though glasses alone might not have dampened Don Quixote's enthusiasm. He might have just switched targets. :D
DeleteSo love the carefree spirit in this piece. And those last lines are a winning finale.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way the last lines ended up too. :)
DeleteI love a tale told from the side-kick's point of view.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I like reading those too!
DeleteYes, we don't get to hear it from Sancho Panza's viewpoint.Thanks for the insight. :)
ReplyDeleteRight, and considering he's always described as such an practical minded person, I really had fun exploring what would make him stick with Don Quixote.
DeleteLove, Love, Love!!!!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it! :)
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