Duke Sven Orfhendur ~ Fall 2019

Sven & Ismay ~ fighter poem

I think that I shall never see

A sloth a’dangling from a tree.

A tree whose green and leafy shade

Conceals a squirrely escapade.

Around and round and up and down

The squirrels cavort above the ground.

Chittering, chattering, leaping

Over the treed sloth a’sleeping.

Shaking off the squirrels and slumber,

Ericward, begins to lumber

Sloth in search of merry thwacking,

Seeking out some friendly whacking.

A golden eagle spies the sloth

Claws a’clicking in his wroth.

Lackadaisical tree-hugger

Ouch! No match for aerie mugger.

Dizzy sloth, his brain a’pounding

Shakes it off, his strength rebounding.

Scans the field with fortitude,

Hears a shriek to curl the blood.

Screaming from the sky a dragon

Parti-colored wings a’flappin’.

Slothy claws are made for grasping;

Dragon’s claws just leave him gasping.

Arial warriors are no fun

Besides it’s hot here in the sun.

Perhaps the squirrely cavalcade

Is worth a dangle in the shade.

~ Pippin Skylark

...always tart and crisp

Fall 2019

Sir Edward Castleguard ~ Spring'19

Sir Edward Castleguard

(embellished awdl)

Silver wing’ed mythic beast

Eagle claws and lion feet

Climbs the sky with every beat,

Searching for a battle meet:

Win by right a regal seat

Comes Edward Castleguard.

From the vale of azure hue

Verdant islands ringed in blue

Good sir knight and lady true:

Mistress Krystyan del la Poole

And Edward Castleguard.

Answering the heralds’ call

Doughty fighters one and all

Crescent crown holds each in thrall;

Come to dance a martial brawl

Has Edward Castleguard.

Lighting on the field of play

Basking in Crown Tourney day

Eager now to join the fray

Claws a’click to flench his prey

Stands Edward Castleguard.

Master Christian de Guerre

Takes the eric with a flair

Sporting shoes of azure rare.

Griffin swooping from the air

Snatching, snarfs the blue footwear!

Grins Edward Castleguard.

Bounding forth a bullock Or

Bellowing a mighty roar

Shakes most foremen to the core.

Swooping, tramples bull to gore

Does Edward Castleguard.

Duke Mansur of Araby

Horseman of the Cavalry

Spies the griffin gleefully;

Hooves that beat a timpani

Cross the eric sending scree

O’er Edward Castleguard.

Dazed, a’wobble, takes the sky

Griffin with a mighty cry

Challenges an eagle high;

Sharp claws strike and feathers fly!

Sir Jamal whose end is nigh

By Edward Castleguard.

Buoyed by this turn of fate

Basking in his happy state

Thirst for blood he plans to sate:

Lays a snare a sloth to bait

Does Edward Castleguard.

Sven the sloth is deadly fast

With his sinister reach vast

Lo the battle die is cast

Thwack! And griffin breathes his last

Poor Edward Castleguard.

Krystyan’s truelove’s day is done

Soared too high and touched the sun;

Crown goes to another one.

Ending now his tourney run

It sure was a lot of fun!

Smiles Edward Castleguard. 

--Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she's a 10th century Viking weaver.