Rule and edict, staid and smart
Cannot move the poet’s heart
Do and don’t, though good and wise
Cannot tame Her nameless sighs
Should and should-not; who are they?
But the pious author’s stay
This, the law of troubadour
Brood-beg-barter and beseech
Who can charter what will spill
From the poet’s roving quill?
Where man’s common ploys enlist
Law and order must exist
But their prescript and command
Cannot touch the poet’s hand
© Janet Martin