- Come Again Sweet Love…the Parental Version
- On SCA Patrons of Bardic Arts
- Ever Comes the Sun
- The Tale of Adolphus the Devourer
- The Love Story of Turi MacKinnon and His Marguerite
- River-bone Warrior – a Song for Talen
- Tourney Pilgrims
- þis feste is ine myn stomak – part the first
- Gorsedd Challenge
- I Fight for You
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Category Archives: Poetry
This poem/song was started shortly after Crown Tourney, and finally finished in September, near the end of the reign of Kenric and Avelina. Sir Kenric walked out to the list with Avelina at his side He would fight to see her Queen, To crown his own beloved bride Upon the field of battle. Before the Eastern Queen and King Upon … …more, please!
By Aneleda Falconbridge and Master Toki Redbeard Trees had aged three more rings since pass of pride gift son. Kraken’s son we kenned Daniel Taken from tree copse Eastern. His father fell to the morning Came to field, called by memory, Joined forest of flight-swifters to loose shafts, shoot for glory Queen’s side-man he sought to be He would stand, … …more, please!
Where were you when the first sword was drawn? By northern hills in icy dawn, Past fields of wheat and barley wide, Where sweeping rivers meet the tide? Where were you when the first sword was drawn? Near fighting men with heart and brawn Who eagle-like flew o’re the sea To make their mark on history. Where were you when … …more, please!
Where arabesques have long since fallen Now steel and metal take their place. Where dust and stinging wind won’t harken To e’en the sweetest voice or face, Where o’re the stacks of burdened sandbags Concrete blends in with the sky, Where barricades and wires surround To keep out dangers drawing nigh, Where sun is by the storm obscured Still her … …more, please!
oh fly on whitened wing you whose breast does redly stream; you with fiery streaks for all whose devotion shows no seam. lift the load and haul the cart guard the gate and fight the foe teach the weary ones to be empower’d show the haughty where to go build the wall and mend the roof start the fire and … …more, please!
I wanted to recite something for Burns Night, and honestly, fair reader, it seemed foolish even to me to sit in an empty kitchen, staring down a can of “Caladonian Kitchen Haggis” and recite a poem to the can, so I decided that if I was going to do so, I may as well share. http://mbouchard.com/misc/Burns-Caladonia.mp3 So it’s not period, … …more, please!
The peace-King rules with gentle might – this hand that bore the battle-sword – from on the throne, all lands in sight, brings joy to all who hear his word. The richness of his people praised, in graceful calm he does recline as for their efforts they are raised – he lifts their hearts, and they do shine. How each … …more, please!
Once a to a thistle came a bee which upon his stem alighted to consort with blossoms sweet; the thistle was delighted. Said the thistle to the bee, You fear not my greeny thorn, It is plain that we could love better than all others born. I see you have a thorn yourself, A maiden so protected Could nestle in … …more, please!
Unto my liege lord and King, mighty Lucan, does your bard, Aneleda, send greetings and wishes for your continued strength and good-health. Unable to join you and my beloved Eastern Army, to see the fighting and noble horses bearing the hopes of the East in their hands and reigns. I send the gracious Lady Aoife, noble bard, to deliver in … …more, please!
The blossom pure of softest white below the green bears brutal thorn. It tears the hand that reaches forth to see the rose from its stem torn. The thorn is of a silver bright the flower bears a painted shield. For victory good York shall fight and never to Lancaster yield. The bloodied hand retreats with speed crushed and battered, … …more, please!