The Ballad of Ris de Kaals

By Andrew M. Bowen


Stars glittered like a billion rings,

deep snow and silence cloaked the terrain,

ghosts swiftly flew on silent wing

as Ris dey Kaals awoke.


First stepping on the swaying, whisp’ring trees,

a hub without a spoke,

the Moon climbed past the Hunter’s Beasts

and tugged the reins of Arthur’s Wain.


Midnight, a silver hush, awaited

one bold and loving stroke.

The Moon surveyed the galaxies star-plaited

and Ris dey Kaals then spoke:


“Most holy hour at last arrived,

when silv’ry night is purest gold,

let Law’s sedate, eternal hold

over starry orbs be broke.


“Let dearest wonders and enchantments thrive,

let joy become uncloaked

begin celestial dancing –

the stars’ slow waltz, Moon’s proud prancing,


“with time for thought, time for romancing,

and not one beggar broke.

Let men and stars pass night’s tramp a-dancing

in one mad, cosmic joke.”


And in sweet dance the universe did spend the night;

even cruel, mocking gods did marvel at the sight.



Andrew M. Bowen works as a sportswriter in Greene County, IN. He has published about 80 poems, mostly in on-line journals, and recently submitted his first two novels for publication. He is also an actor who has appeared in nine independent films, seven stage productions, and two radio teleplays.


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2 thoughts on “The Ballad of Ris de Kaals

  • July 28, 2017 at 5:03 pm

    Wonderful poem! So other worldly!

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