Bardess

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 4, 2004



Your royal highness sent for me, to sing a song bent from me.

Craving beauty loft my soul, drifting heaven unto thee.

*Eyes cast in violet, embrace the high King and bow…whence she begins her rhyme*

A fair rhyme for our fair king sentiment to our hail of lovers’ scream.

Bashful maidens lucid dreams, a choir of pleasure the lion king weans.

Party succor for wine and cream the languid opulence of the highborn King.

*Bringing down her voice she concludes*

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  • 19 years ago

    by Chris

    I haven't got round to reading all your poems yet...have to say they aren't exactly easy going! I think you are telling a story through them though. Let me know if I'm wrong...but it seems the coherency I lose in one poem, is then 'remedied' by the next one...I haven't had the time to decipher them all, but I think you're leading to an epic, poetic tale if you know what I mean. I might be totally wrong....

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    I feel more at court than within a poem. Quite nice feeling. SCAdian?

  • 19 years ago

    by erely

    Good Writing ...very thought provoking

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