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Bardic Effusions
Bartholomew de la Roverre Thomas Tanner of Ely |
As promised, herewith Thomas of Ely's sonnet, which he recited at the bardic circle event in September; in addition, I include Bartholomew's alliterative verse, "dedicated to Sean Connery, in honour of his sterling performance as a scaly bastard, in that film whose name I have forgotten."
To the Ladies of Adamastor,
A Flirtation and Confession
Thomas d'Ely, by his Hand
How does one frame proper words to bind
The beauty of which I shall sing?
No fairer ladies will you ever find
In all the lands under the King
In this far-flung shire their beauty and grace
Delight all our days and our nights
Which makes this forever a magical place
filled with these wonderful sights
Charm, wit and skill, they also possess,
Which they have shown many a time
But to truly praise them, I must confess
I cannot write good enough rhyme
Of wit, skill and beauty, you all have a part
But only sweet Kate has captured my heart
Dragonplay
Bartholomew de la Roverre
| Know: | I sought out sweet-fleshed maidens |
| Soaring silently: | I'd seize them on Mid-Summer Eve. |
| Coming quickly: | to some keen-edged crag, |
| rank & rain-swept: | raw-faced wind-blown spine of the berg. |
| Solemnly standing: | we'd sing each other madrigals, sweet & low. |
| Halooing hollowly: | the harsh-voiced swains would follow, |
| hot & hungry: | & howl me challenges, |
| crassly calling: | with the croak of ravens. |
| Fell & furious: | I'd fall on their panoplies, |
| strongly & sternly: | stoop on them with strokes of flame |
| doleful & deadly: | & there devour, or drive them headlong. |
| Ah, winsome & wistful: | the womenfolk will rock the bairns |
| plump & peaceful: | & passionately mourn forgotten lovers |
| lithe & lissome: | with lullabies & rounds or ballads |
| of daring deeds: | & dream of me! |
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