Friday, June 12, 2009

Lorccan hua Conchobair - Fighter Poem - Celtic Buried Rhyme

Lorccan hua Conchobair
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XL

(Celtic Buried Rhyme)

Silver plate betwixt the gold
His blazon told, he takes the field
Lorccan, fierce in name and might
Selects a knight for battle reel.

Grimm is Wilhelm ‘cross the ropes
And Ciar’s hopes the Fates implore
Lorccan, named for kings and saint
Nor faint of heart, is tested sore.

Bruised and battered by the boar
His spirits soar at Ciar’s touch
And Lorccan finds the strength of will
For battle still — he’s risking much.

A Viking with a sleepy name
And warrior’s fame strides to the sward
A harried hare could do no more
But Snorri falls as slips his guard.

Buoyed by this favored win
Now Lorccan’s day turns Sinester
Sir Edward meets him sword in hand
And Lorccan’s plan is ended here.

Ciar and Lorccan came to Crown
With good renown and mission bold
At end of day to grasp the prize
Their shining eyes, now dulled, grow cold.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

... is a 15th C. Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she’s a 10th C. Viking weaver

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