A Bastard Sonnet for Lady Aneleda of Falconbridge
By Syr Cedric of Thanet
Say monarchs to their scribe, “East’s muse commend.
And do employ the Bard’s verse to make told
Else to put her grace and sweet art to pen
Needs so much parchment as to empty fold,
Would cause oak to weep it’s gall ink to lend
And drain the well known Midas pyx of gold.
Let all know how good King Griffith set forth
Throughout snowbound lands to win loyal bard
Rode all compass points west east south and north
And brought forth a jewel of Endewearde.
One from whom laughing sprite spirit does course
Yet gives Crown and humble each kind regard.
Who followed mighty Lucan in summer’s sun
With banner and cheer in hard cuirbolli
Eastern army teared to hear blood songs done
Earned that Tuscan name called girasole.
And gave Kiena and Gregor noble fun
Bearing duty and jest with courtesy.
How then should we our love for her profess?
Make Muse Aneleda, court baroness.
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This was written for me for Birka this winter, 2012, when I became a court baroness at the hand of King Gregor and Queen Kiena. To have this come from the hand of our house’s head, an honored knight and beloved laurel, was and is deeply moving and humbling.