THLord Gunther of Orkney ~ Will's poem

THLord Gunther of Orkney

fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLIX

(rondeau prime)

A heart of flame alights in fierce display

Uncanny mirror of the desert sun

That seeks the hour when will and deed are one

And dolphins dip their heads in chief array.

The shade of bold Aquila swiftly plays

Across the spread of fortunes that become

A heart of flame.

Though bending stream and oak your flight constrain

And severed pinions tell of hopes undone

From passion's end shall newborn passions run;

No wounds nor tempered twilight long can stay

A heart of flame.

-- Lord Will Schuyler the Younger

.. is a 15th century Englishman of uncertain destination: apprenticed to the wit of arithmetic, he still at times endeavors to court the muse.

Spring Crown Tourney'15

Baron Rudolf Fekter

Baron Rudolf Fekter
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLIX

(common measure)

From the land where dragon’s breath                            

Can freeze a man mid-step                                               

Came Rudolf with his sword so bright

The baron of the steppe

To win by prowess for his dear

Amicia a wreath:

Yellow roses of Caid

A kingdom to bequeath.

Niccolo a Landsknecht

And armorer renowned

Tried to repousse Rudolf,

Got hammered to the ground.

Buoy’d by this auspicious start

The baron took the field

To face Liam the son of wolf

But Ulfsson made him yield.

Never one to give it up

Rudolf regained his feet.

With a bow Amicia-ward

He didn’t miss a beat.

Rushing forth to meet a Rus,

Sir Ozmund he was hight,

Rudolf tried his best to win;

Was bested by the knight.

Rudolf’s tourney journey’s done

Amicia wears no cirque.

“Never fear, my dear,” says she

“My love you cannot burke.”

-- Pippin Skylark

...always tart and crisp

Spring Crown Tourney'15