Duncan MacBryce ~ englyn penfyr

Duncan MacBryce

(Englyn penfyr)

Day dawns bright on Caid’s Crown Tourney day

     Pennants gay o’er verdant ground

     Catch the breezes eric ‘round.

Silvery sea-horses leap to the fore

     Lion’s roar makes Sabine weep

     Leaves bold Duncan in a heap.

Undaunted, the sea-horseman shakes it off

     Duncan scoffs and takes a stand:

     His lady will rule this land!

A boar-hunting canine rushes the field

     Duncan wheels in battle flush

     ‘Round the eric falls a hush.

Gentle Sabine won’t let herself worry

     Her furious spirit stirs,

     The bard privateer to spur.

Contenders clash, dog and sea-horse engage.

     Battle rages on the lea

     Duncan is brought to his knees.

Duncan’s tourney rounds alas ran their course.

     Tho sea-horseman’s day is past

      His courage is unsurpassed.

Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

…is a weaver of words and wadmal.

Fall Crown Tourney '16

Lord Duncan Rose ~ englyn penfyr

Lord Duncan Rose

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. L

A Fox Tale

(englyn penfyr)

Come, sit by the fire’s glow.  Hear a tale

            Of each baleful strike and blow:

            Duncan’s crown tourney tableau.

Pennants gay and flags a drift on the breeze.

            Heralds’ geas on fighers swift:

            Advancing or given shrift.

Isolde in vert and purpure be-garbed,           

            Lady bard with quill a-stir

Is pleased Duncan’s heart to spur.

Sir Artus, Romano-Brit, takes the field.

            Sword and shield help not a whit;

            Duncan’s head is mighty split.

Isolde soothes his brow, knits his sore wounds.

            Ne’er to swoon, she urges grit

            Duncan finds he’s once more fit.

 Duncan stides upon the field.  Eric ‘round

            Hopes abound; fighters' fates sealed.

            Ketill struck and Duncan reeled.

Duncan Rose fell in the fray.  His lady bard

            Heart en garde, lauds him this day.

            Pray tell, what does the fox say?

           

 -- Pippin Skylark

-- always tart and crisp

Fall Crown Tourey '15

            

Baron Christian de Guerre ~ fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

Baron Christian de Guerre

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

(englynion penfyr)

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

True warriors take a stance

And join him in the danse.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Assured a battle intense

With griffin whose talons flense.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Taylor-made his next fierce foe

Christian is brought to woe.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Laid low his dreams for Ismay.

A wreath for his lady some day.

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp
Fall '13

Fionnabhair Kyriath INghean Vi Niel - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Fionnabhair Kyriath INghean Vi Niel
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXVIII

(Englynion)

Kyrieth, your hour has come -
xxConfident, you faced the day
Flew your griffin at the fray.

Kyrieth, your hour has come -
xxLoosed your griffin on the air
Snatched away to dragon's lair.

Kyrieth, your hour has come -
xxTaken to the sky once more,
Griffin pierced by arrow sore.

Kyrieth, your hour has come -
xxNoble beast to give its all
Owned the sky until its fall.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

Conner Thornhill - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Conner Thornhill
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXVIII

(Englynion)

Conner lifts his horn no more --
xxKnight of Umber tested him,
Made the light of life grow dim.

Conner lifts his horn no more --
xxViking stranded far from home
Conner sent no more to roam.

Conner lifts his horn no more --
xxTerrible his battle foe;
Tino's sword has laid him low.

Conner lifts his horn no more --
xxSunlit hills he will not stride
'Til he's called to Arthur's side.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

Sir Caieth of Umber - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Sir Caieth of Umber
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXVIII

(Englynion)

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Gilbert Rhys fought for Morann,
But he died by Caieth's hand.

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Baron Thurston tried his luck;
Caieth set him in the muck.

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Baron Joseph had his way;
Bested Caieth in the fray.

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Sir Padraic faced him next;
Sent this baron to his rest.

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Came Sir Donald, doughty Celt;
Caieth gave him quite a welt.

Sir Caieth of Umber sleeps -
Alas, this Knight of Umber
Jarl Ivan sent to slumber.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

Llewellyn Flinthaven - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Llewellyn Flinthaven
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXX

(Englynion)

Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Far away from hearth and home
Nevermore to trod the loam.

Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Huntington has cut him down
Sent him to another round.

Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Sir Donald took up the slack
And dealt him a mighty whack.

Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
'Neath the cold and headless land
Sword and shield near to hand.

Llewellyn Flinthaven lies -
Marina's tears, they are keen
Until Crown comes with the Spring.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...always pleased to spin a yarn

Njal Grimmsson - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Njal Grimmsson
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXI

(Englynion)

Pass around the drinking horn -
Welcome Njal, son of Grimm
Fill his mead-cup to the brim

Pass around the drinking horn -
Tell us, brother, of the fray
How you fared Crown Tourney day

Pass around the drinking horn -
I did bash a fiercesome knight
Sent him up with angels' flight

Pass around the drinking horn -
Then a Scotsman, awesome foe
Sent me where the thistles grow

Pass around the drinking horn -
Up I popped without a beat
Mindful of a royal seat

Pass around the drinking horn -
Silver oak stood in my way
Put an ending to my day

Pass around the drinking horn -
Hale and welcome to Njal
Come to join us in Valhall

-- Mistress Philippa Llewely Schuyler

...is an empty vessel for the Muse

Ciaran Blackrune - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Ciaran Blackrune
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXIII

(Englynion)

Ciaran charted the stars -
The Indigo Rose to guide
Through rough waters and low tide
With Jumana by his side.

Ciaran charted the stars -
That brought him to Caid's shore
In search of a treasure store
To adorn his paramour.

Ciaran charted the stars -
Where fighters and consorts kneeled
And battle washed o'er the field,
His fortune was met and sealed.

Ciaran charted the stars -
That danced in his lady's eyes,
As bright as the jeweled prize,
Who watched him with fretful sighs.

Ciaran charted the stars -
And met with a duke and earl,
Great weapons and swords awhirl,
Who whittled him down to burl.

Ciaran charted the stars -
That brought him to try his lot
In battles hard and well fought;
His grasp missed the prize he sought.

Ciaran charted the stars -
The Indigo Rose to sail
Through calm waters and through gale,
Jumana beside the rail.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...weaver of words and wadmal

Snorri Snarfari Bjornsson - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Snorri Snarfari Bjornsson
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXV

(Englynion)

Snorri drains the drinking horn--
Honors Secca for his skill
'Tho to Secca went the kill.

Snorri drains the drinking horn--
Baron Mahmud took the field
Snorri made the baron yield.

Snorri drains the drinking horn--
Faced the knight who would be king
Alaric made his helmet ring!

Snorri drains the drinking horn--
As the starts, "Remember when--"
Valkyries fill it up again.

--Pippin Skylark

...always tart and crisp

Brian de Barri - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Brian de Barri
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXVI

(Englynion)

Huzzah to the golden bear!
Ambling off to face the fray
Combat on Crown Tourney day.

Huzzah to the golden bear!
Castle in the sand stands tall
Good de Barri hits a wall.

Huzzah to the golden bear!
Black the oak on a silver field
Lady Eichling made to yield.

Huzzah to the golden bear!
Wolf who sports a garden rose
Brings this crown quest to a close.

Huzzah to the golden bear!
Brian ambles in the sun
Cecelia's heart the prize he's won.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

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

Sir Luther Anshelm - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Sir Luther Anshelm
falled in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXVIII

(Englynion)

Smite the metal, make it ring!
Axe and glaive or sword and shield,
Armor crafter weapons wield.

Smite the metal, make it ring!
Kitty-kitty come and play,
Pity Kitty smashed to clay.

Smite the metal, make it ring!
Double boars take battle heart
Otuell makes poor Luther smart.

Smite the metal, make it ring!
Conrad throws him for a loop:
Luther jumping through a hoop.

Smite the metal, make it ring!
Luther's mettle on display
Shining on Crown Tourney day.

-- Pippin Skylark

...always tart and crisp

Hakon Blood-Axe of Orkney - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Hakon Blood-Axe of Orkney
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXIX

(Englynion)

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Gules and sable, eagle-helm
Thought to fight to rule the realm.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Jenefer beside the ropes
Pinned on Hakon all her hopes.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Jarl Francisc stood his ground
Bullock-tempered, Hakon found.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Charging bull was hard to face
Hakon quit the field with grace.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Vowed to see his lady fair
Rosemary that day to wear.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Spied a dragon gleaming or
Blood lust thrilled him to the core.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Direk met the press with glee
On his own royal killing spree.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Jenefer observed through tears
Lady Chamayn led the cheers.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Gules and sable hit the field
Orkney warrior’s fate was sealed.

Hakon raise your bloody axe!
Spring will see your fortunes rise
As you seek the Crescent Prize.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

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

Hrodebert von dem Kampfenhase - Fighter Poem - Englynion

Hrodebert von dem Kampfenhase
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XL

(Englynion)

Hrodebert did loose his hare—
Bright his hopes to win a Crown
No war beast would bring him down.

Hrodebert did loose his hare—
Purple python slithered near
Battle bunny did pay dear.

Hrodebert did loose his hare—
Pyrrhus and the hare next met
Hasenfeffer Pyrrhus et.

Hrodebert did loose his hare—
Bright the hopes now turned to grey
Live to hop another day.

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp