Poem: "The Goatherd Troll"

[ysabetwordsmith]

This poem came out of the October Crowdfunding Creative Jam.  It was inspired by a prompt from stryck who then went on to write another poem inspired by it.  Read the related poem "Horns and Hooves" by stryck.  I decided that posting this one was only fair in return.

Saanen goats look like this.  They are a very popular breed of dairy goat.

The Goatherd Troll

The troll does not live under a bridge,
but in a tidy little cabin up the mountain
where the grass grows in sheltered meadows.

He keeps a herd of thirty white Saanens,
their calm temper a soothing presence,
their bells like distant music.

He milks them every morning and every evening,
ushering each one into the stanchion
with a scoop of grain and a kind word.

Let other trolls mug the travelers for their gold.
He makes soft white cheese to sell in the market
and daisy chains to share with the human girls.

Comments

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I have a brain that's prone to multiple intuitive leaps. That isn't always a good thing. There used to be a time where I would've just made the comment about the Greek soldiers without the monster herder reference and, thus, would've been met with blank stares... unless there was a fellow intuitive who could follow the connection back. Then both of us would have been stared at funny. :P

Aww...

[ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com]

I love my audience. It has such awesome people in it.

Re: Aww...

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

Hee!