Friday, June 12, 2009

Ciar ingen Daire - Fighter Poem - Anglo-Saxon verse

Ciar ingen Daire
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLII

(Anglo-Saxon verse)

Eire bantiarna / iron maiden
With sword in hand / she faces her foe
Bright her continence / brazen her spirit
Ciar stands her ground / against the boar

The Norman knight / his own geas foretold
Begins his march / toward Monarchy
Trading blows with / the brazen maiden
The boar charges / oak leaves fall

Ciar shudders / and shakes off the damage
Cinching her belt / of bright knotwork
She steps to the field / fit for battle
An eagle screams / as swords engage

The Saracen knight / cedar strong
Dwarfs the bravehearted / warrior damsel
Quick her blade / oak leaves a-quiver
Talons fly / down flutters Ciar

The day progresses / without the Daire maid
Fighters advance / and fighters retire
Fate gives the nod / to the Norman knight
Another Crown awaits / Ciar ingen Daire

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

... weaver of words and wadmal

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