This past reign, I have been writing poems for the Queen. My goal was to write one poem for each of the Royal Progress events I went to. When the reign became virtual, I decided to keep writing poems for the virtual courts. If this reign had been normal, I would have written about 8 poems. With the extended reign, I ended up writing 16 poems. I am not going to publish all of them but here are are few of my favorites.
Snow buries the spring green grass
And the last leaf has fallen to the ground
The wren hides deep in the bare branches
And the chill of winter swirls about our souls
Yet we are blessed with the sun
And we know the summer’s warmth
For our Queen stands tall
Know we not the cold nor the dark of night
Nor are our steps heavy nor our eyes dim
There is no frost that bites our hearts
Nor does ice hang sharp above our heads
In velvet do the stars dance with joy
In silk does the river run with grace
For our Queen stands tall
Winter will know our song of praise
Night will hear our laughter loud and true
Cold will know our warm embrace
And snow will hear to our merry tune
We raise our eyes in light
We raise our voices in love
For our Queen stands tall
(written for 100 Minutes War, November 2019)
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I wait in the waxing night, the year grown old
Snow wrapped deep ‘round slumbering trees
Storm wracked branches dancing to wind’s song
I wait as the Huntsman’s pack races with the clouds
Driven wild against the waning silvered crescent
Hunt’s calling horns sound a mourning cry in empty fields
I wait in the swirl of the blizzard as bitter cold bites
Frozen land encased in weary twilight
As the sun refuses to wake for the day
Yet I wait not for the sun, nor do I fear the Hunt
For she brings Yule Log’s light in her gentle hands
My Queen she blazes in the longest night
I wait not for the sun, nor do I fear the Hunt
For Her smile is the spring, warm and bright
Her laughter is a song of joy, a hymn of peace
I wait not for the sun, nor do I fear the Hunt
For Her tears are a soft rain, melting ice bound hearts
Her voice is as thunder, even Winter dares not disobey
I wait not for the sun, nor do I fear the Hunt
The snows will come and the pack will ride
Yet my Queen will always bring Spring to my eyes
(written for Yule, December 2019)
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My words, they fall from my mouth
They are clumsy and awkward
They know not how to dance
They know not how to sing
My words, they stumble from my mouth
They are as newborn foals
They wobble upon their toes unsure
They tumble to the ground in a tangle
My words, they wish to fly, to soar
For there is one whom they wish to charm
Her eyes are as the sun, bright, warm, glorious
Her smile is as the moon, gentle, pure, mysterious
My words, they wish to be flowers
Blooming as she walks among them
Their aroma a balm and a salve to her heart
Charming her to collect a bouquet for her room
My words, they wish to be rings
Bright shining rainbows to delight her soul
To slip upon her fingers as dear held treasures
For her to admire as they sparkle and glow
My words, they are but ink upon a page
They are flat, no gilding to bring them luster
But perhaps she will grant my words hope
Odd and small as they are, grant them hope
That they will be collected as flowers
That they will be treasured as rings
That they will bring joy to the Queen
(written for Kingdom A&S, Feburary, 2020)
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Oh sing, my Queen, in the silence of the night
Your melody of peace calms my racing heart
Oh sing, my Queen, to bring to me all that is right
Your voice brings me closer though we stand apart
Oh laugh, my Queen, in the darkness of my fear
Bell clear ringing calling the worshipers to prayer
Oh laugh, my Queen, to bring all that is far near
Crystalline jubilation like pure diamonds so rare
Oh dance, my Queen, in the empty space in between
The patterns of joy spark like stars in the velvet sky
Oh dance, my Queen, bare feet on the spring grass green
The music of your dance brings your distant hand nigh
Oh love, my Queen, in this time where I am lost
Your heart calls mine to stand strong and steadfast
Oh love, my Queen, when spring is covered with late frost
It is love, my Queen, which will bring us home at last
(written for a virtual court, April, 2020)
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It is, I think, touch that I miss the most
In this time of plague, this time of exile
Not words of love nor songs of joy
Nor stories lit by fire nor friendships’ smile
It is, I think, the hugs that I miss the most
In this time of dark, this time of fears
I yearn not for crossed swords nor battles
I yearn not for shield bound arm nor spears
It is, I think, the soft silk of skin I miss
In this time of solitude, this time of cold
The warmth of flesh like the summer sun
Shining bright between clasped hands taken hold
It is, I think, this that I miss the most
In this time of melancholy, this time of sighs
The press of bodies in friendship’s embrace
One for hello and a long one for goodbyes
(written for a virtual court, June, 2020)
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Fate’s cards thin upon the table unfurled
The Hanged One, the Devil, the high Tower
The trick is taken by a broken world
Hands lost in this frozen, lonely hour
When will we be dealt a new, brighter hand?
The Fool, the Hermit, the grim mask of Death
Fans out before us, shows where we stand
Each shuffle brings cards to chill every breath
If this is fate, then the deck we will stack
The Lovers, the beautiful World, the Sun
We will make our fate, nothing we will lack
This trick, this hand, is now ours to be won.
Our Strength, our Temperance, our Empress fair,
Give us resilience each new hand to bear.
(written for a virtual court, July 2020)
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There is in all things an ending
The night that follows day
The page that closes the book
The silence after the song
Give us then, the grace to end
Though we slowed our steps
The labyrinth comes to its close
We exit where we began
The Queen stands tall
In all things there is a beginning
The day that follows night
The page that opens the book
The breath before the song
Give us then, the grace to begin
To greet the dawn with joy
Like sunflowers determined to follow the sun
With peace in our hearts to forge a new path
A Rose stands tall
(written for Final Court, August 2020)
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