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The Court Jester and the Baker Boy

by Em16

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I was sixteen when they called
By order of the king
Who’d heard of my talents
And wanted them to be his.

I had a knack for cooking
Pastries, pies, cookies
Anything baked in the oven
And slathered with butter.

People came from all around
To taste my concoctions,
And I was all too happy to see their smiles
Biting into my banana cream pie.

So, hoping to make even more smiles
I packed my bags and got on the road
Waving goodbye to my mother and sister
The first time I’d ever left them.

They took me to the castle
The home of a million hopefuls
Under the watchful eye of the king.
Simon, they called him, and bowed.

I knew I could make him smile.
So I spent each day in the kitchen
Humming a tune as I mixed the ingredients
Outdoing myself with each creation.

I learned how to sleep
In the heat of the oven
And to wake up when I smelled
The pie crust was baked just right.

I learned how to find what he liked
How, exactly, to please him.
And I did. Immensely.
I was a success, and he was proud.

There were others, too
Living for his smiles
Bowing at his feet
Here one day, gone the next.

One of those was the court jester
A cheeky blue-eyed boy
Who liked to make fun of those who bowed
As if he wasn’t one himself.

Simon loved his high-flung antics
And everyone else thought him a nuisance
Wished he wouldn’t interrupt
Whenever they said something serious.

But I knew his humor
Was much needed in this somber hall
His bright-eyed smile
Amongst rows of worried lips.

Whenever I was dejected
Because Simons hated a pie or a cake
He’d fling it at my face and remind me
Not to take life too seriously.

He’d steal bits of food
When people weren’t looking
And feed them to me
When I’d been too busy to eat.

He’d imitate Simon’s frown
Make it look comical and silly
Until I’d forget all about the big man in the chair
Who could send me home at any moment.

We all lived under his shadow
Our ears turned to his frequency
Waiting for the ball to drop
And send us rolling away.

But in the darkness, there were places
His shadow couldn’t reach. Places we created
Tangled behind his beautiful tapestries
Making a mockery of his picture of perfection.

Off, he said, off, off, take it all off
And I couldn’t rip it off fast enough
That was our rebellion
In a world that forced us to submit.

In a world without decisions
Drowning in each other’s skin
In the dark, but illuminated by love
We chose to submit to each other.

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Wed Jun 29, 2022 6:47 pm
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vampricone6783 wrote a review...

Splendid storytelling! The baker and Court Jester sure aren’t the King’s perfect little subjects.I wonder if something more will bloom from this romance.This was so lovely to read! It really created a story in my head.I could imagine this playing out.They definitely deserve each other.The King can’t own their souls that’s for damn sure.I hope that you will have a nice day/night.

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Mon Jun 22, 2020 1:12 pm
LittleLee wrote a review...

Hey there, Em16, here comes Lee to review your poem!

I'll begin right away. I read this poem last night, and I was swept away by it. It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I've never been much of a fan for romance, but boy am I glad I decided to read this. The simple and straightforward narration made it easy to read and highly enjoyable at the same time. It's kind of a ballad, I suppose. A particularly good one.

There are just a few things I feel you could tweak.

I was sixteen when they called

Maybe you could add a "me" to the end of the line?

They took me to the castle
The home of a million hopefuls
Under the watchful eye of the king.

There could be a comma at the ending of the first two lines.

In the heat of the oven

This makes it sound as though he sleeps in the oven itself. How about replacing "in" with "by?"

Whenever I was dejected
Because Simons hated a pie or a cake
He’d fling it at my face and remind me
Not to take life too seriously.

Rather confusing. Who flung the pie and who told the narrator not to take life to seriously? The way it's worded, it could be either.

Lastly, I don't know about this, but maybe you should add an age tag at the beginning of this poem for your youngest readers? The last two stanzas are very well-written and quite suggestive.

But that's all I can say. I can't tell you everything I loved reading because that's literally everything I didn't mention.
This broke my heart and sealed it back together again. I don't usually feel this blown away by poems. You made my day, Em, I'm so glad I read this! I hope you keep writing such beautiful poetry!
- Lee

Em16 says...

Thank you so much for the review! I%u2019m glad you liked it:)

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Mon Jun 22, 2020 7:32 am
Cow wrote a review...

Hello, hello! I'm here to review.

Firstly, loving the title. Giving me some Skyrim vibes, for some strange reason. But hey, I'm not complaining! I love that game... Anyways!

The first three stanzas set up a good start to the story, be it towards a larger meaning or not. I like it when you mentioned banana cream pie. It was a nice way to show the person and how they were feeling, not to mention the description of the king. It definitely got me intrigued!

The next three! It shows a lot of change at once for the person, leaving what they new but having confidence in what they can do. It shows the reader that something is changing, and it may be for worse or better considering how the description goes for those three stanzas. Specifically, the character or person outdoing themself each time they make something new.

To the next three! These are starting to show the wear and tear on the person, not to mention how others may be treated. The stress, with only getting sleep while the pies and other such goods are baking!

I'll just cover the rest of the poem here! There's so much to just section it by threes... Anywho, by the end I'm honestly thinking of trump. I dunno if you are located in the us or not but ugh. just uGH. It ends on a lighter note, the characters finding comfort in each other and others in their life, reminding one another that things can get better.

it was intriguing! I do hope you are ok, if life feels like this to right now with a parental figure or significant other. Don't be afraid to reach out if you need to, it may be hard but eventually try.

Wishing you the best!

- Cow

Em16 says...

Thank you so much for the review! Honestly, I was not thinking of Trump, I had something completely different in mind, but now that you mention it, I can see how it%u2019s similar.

The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch somebody else doing it wrong, without comment.
— T. H. White