“Bard” by Robert Beveridge

A slight taste of bitter

almond beneath the ever-

present pomegranate. You chewed

a seed, eyes far

away, rosined your bow.


Once again it was time

to play for the assembled,

the few who understood

and the masses, whom your every word passed


over like sea waves,

that shatter, endless,

over and again on the shore.

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances include  The Literary Yard, Big Windows, and Locust, among others.

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