August 11, 2014 by phicks2012
I have to wonder how much longer readers are actually going to enjoy my poetry, but the demand seems, for now, to be continuing, and I do keep writing, as well as unearthing old printed copies of verses believed long lost to a computer crash during the 1990s. As a result, verses to publish are relatively plentiful even if not all are potential prize-winners. 😉
The verse below is not one of my dubious “lost epics”, but was written in this century — a phrase that makes me sound very ancient indeed — and inspired by my love of natural fabrics and period garb, as well as of hand-made accessories, period music, and the fact that nearly everyone looks better by candlelight!
Come forth in linen garbed, or woolens fine,
Or yet in Eastern silks of vibrant hue.
Bring forth your banners and your honey wine
To grace the hall and give the dream its due.
By candlelight all verses seem profound
And faces yet unlined by modern care,
As glasses raise to toast a fleeting Crown,
And we convene to taste less common fare.
The fruit of newer ages put away,
And have the present wear a gentler face,
For chivalry means just as much this day
As when it ruled another time and place.
In centuries long gone the sharpened sword,
And silken sleeve, and thrum of psaltery
With hawk and hound and maille for armored Lord,
And brimming hearts may dream it back again.
Beneath pavilion or in storied hall
The best of times long gone we all may share.
Bring forth your visions, Lords and Ladies all
That dreams and ambiance may take us there.
[07 February, 2010]