Indulging a Conceit

Start by doing what’s necessary, then what’s possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. Francis of Assisi

Indulging a Conceit

Scene: Michael, Otto

Otto:I have had men out looking for you.

Michael: Your Grace, First-born, but last considered, I have played Jacob to your Esau since the day of your birth. You were, always, in the politics, and the esteem, of our parents, first . Pragmatic to the core, I never fight a battle I can not win. And now, you are king, and to that, too, I agree. I have no lust for a throne; I would be a bad King. I forgive too soon, and love too easily, and too unwisely. If, now and again, I want to hide away, even from you, and pretend to be master of my own universe, I ask your indulgence; I deserve it. I own no envy and am no threat to what is yours, even in these perilous pages of history.

Otto: A crowned head is never easy, and too often, the first Judas is the closest to it. I am not saying that you would be such, but mine would rest easier not wondering about your safety, or how, and if, my loyalty to you might betray me. I would that you stay close, for both our comfort’s sake.

Michael: I will not pledge to be no Judas. That is what a Judas would do, but neither will I surrender, willingly, my freedom of person. I will go where I will and speak to who I may, with your trust as my bond.

Otto: (strikes a gong near his Chair) It is not you I mistrust, my brother. (a guard enters) Escort my brother to his chambers. He is to be accorded all comforts, but he may not leave, and others may not enter, without my knowledge. All other communications will be monitored, and nothing delivered from, or to, his person without my seal upon them.


I received DVDs of the fourth season of the HBO series The Game of Thrones as a Christmas gift. The little conceit above is inspired by what I am watching. I wish the quality of the writing was near par to what those writers present, but as the old cliche’ goes, Rome was not built in a day. I should probably also acknowledge that my relationship with my own brother is embedded in this. The Jacob/Esau metaphor comes from a poem I wrote, years ago, about our relationship. The poem is called Six Stanzas For My Brother.

It is a little surprising how much time it took to write this little snippet. My inner editor was more on overdrive than usual. Thank the gods for computers; I shudder to think of the amount of paper I wasted before Word Processing.


Made it to the Halsted Center, today, for lunch and the discussion. I am beginning to lose my original sense of being an outsider, even after having missed the last two discussions of the year past. This is not to say that I have entirely abandoned by sense of being out of my class, but that is my problem, not theirs. My inner resources of self-appreciation are being strengthened with each voyage of participation in the Center activities. My financial resources, however, prevent as full a participation as I wish. So, I will make do with what I have.

And the New Year Continues.


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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