Robert Donohue

Donovan

Beneath a balcony where damsels lean
He is a troubadour who will consort
With jugglers and jesters come to court
To entertain his lady, and her queen.
Such grace from someone out to make the scene,
Who like the rest believes he must resort
To put downs if he feels he is cut short,
And on the lesser tracks is downright mean.

A storyteller versed in his own lore,
Antediluvian, he’s where it’s at
As proof there’s other hills than Ararat,
Where being who you are you can endure,
Like Dylan or The Beatles, only small.
He’s still around; he might outlive them all.

Robert Donohue’s poetry has appeared in The Road Not Taken, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Pnyx, among others. He lives on Long Island, NY.