The blindness that comes with devotion and aspiration and the roads it can lead you down. -12th August 2013.

Son the squire.

For service to the monarch
With his hands tainted of blood;
Knighthood was gifted to him.

His son the Squire
Bearers of arms and requests;
He learns to capture ambition.

With code of conduct
The Knight battled to his dying age;
The Squire never knew of battle...

Or his father.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-08-13 at 00:33

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My supposition is that a depth and breadth of knowing our father is for us to become fathers as well. Rich and moving, thanks for sharing. 👍👏😃📝✒📚👍

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A spare, simple and effective poem; well done, John.

I like the idea of bearers of arms and requests. It suggests strength and need.

I don't think a son ever knows his father, he can never know the man as he was. Fatherhood changes the man fundamentally. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

The first stanza reminds me of Macbeth, the tainted blood.

Rob Graber
I find the concluding line quite complex; as it is, it seems to allow at least two different meanings: (1) He knew neither battle nor his father; (2) neither he nor his father really knew battle. While (1) seems probably intended, (2) is also interesting. Intentional ambiguity? No need to tell!

How true.
Nicely put.