December 26, 2017 by phicks2012
Some of my poems were written for an SCA audience, and for publication in our monthly Shire newsletter “The Equinox”, or for Arts & Sciences competitions. I fail to recall, at this moment, into which category the following verse most kindly fits, but it WAS written (long ago) with its theme being the ceremony of the Coronation of a King and Queen, and was composed in the form of a Shakespearean Sonnet. Hopefully some will enjoy it.
Sonnet No.12 The Crown
The Herald cries! The clear-voiced tocsin heed,
And rise, oh Populace! The Crowns draw nigh,
Their bearing regal as befits, indeed,
The noble line which They do typify.
So do we, paying homage, proudly stand,
And at the passage of the Crown bow low
To honor well the scions of the land.
Tis fitting that we venerate Them so,
For They are of our blood, and of our Dream,
And might hath made Them Royal in Their time,
To rule with honor, and in our esteem,
Be paid obeisance here in song and rhyme.
So do we honor those the sword hath named,
And revel in Their glory, unashamed.
[11 July, 1994]