Sir Mons von Goarshausen

Sir Mons von Goarshausen
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLIV

(Rondel)


By rosemary we’ll know the one
The fates have smiled upon this day.
Sir Mons had hopes to end his run
In rosemary

But Snorri worked to bar his way--
A rabbit bounding in the sun.
A butterfly flew out to play--

He swatted Rudolph just for fun,
And Valrik’s dragon hit the clay.
'Til Vlad killed dreams that had begun
With rosemary.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

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

Spring'10

Luke of Caerleon - Fighter Poem - Rondel

Luke of Caerleon  

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXVIII 

(Rondel)  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon.  

A brave young fighter felled too soon  

Who took the field to win or die.  

The Queen's own captain let sword fly  

And Luke of Caerleon did swoon.  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon.  

Then Saracen took up the cry: 

The Moor did to his eagle croon: 

"This noble bird shall be your boon." 

But not without a valiant try.  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon. 

  -- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

  ~*~ The Argent Loons were what the Volksloff team called themselves. They ran the Tustin Marine Base Volksloff in '93 in armor!

Kyr Yaroslav the Persistant - Fighter Poem - rondel

Kyr Yaroslav the Persistant
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXIX

(rondel)

The Phoenix rises toward the sun
From ashes of its funeral pyre.
The tourney day is well-begun
With Husam lying in the mire.

When next combatants clash with fire
The death of Phoenix Tristan's won.
The Phoenix rises toward the sun
From ashes of its funeral pyre.

The Phoenix fights another one
But Brand, possessing more desire,
Has ended Phoenix' royal run.
But he is destined to climb higher:
The Phoenix rises toward the sun
From ashes of its funeral pyre.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...is an empty vessel for the Muse

Wolfe Thoraldsson - Fighter Poem - rondel

Wolfe Thoraldsson
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXIII

(rondel)

Ambrosya's heart leaps at the sight:
A bloody paw print on the strand
Where Wolfe set foot to take a stand
And try for Crown by tourney right.

He bested four with belts of white
(Though Patrick brought a blow to land)
Ambrosya's heart leaps at the sight:
A bloody paw print on the strand.

A Jelling Beast, a Blackwolf hight,
A Pegasus and Aardvark grand -
They all succumbed to Wolfe's command
'Til Thistles' prickles sapped his might.
Ambrosya's heart leaps at the sight:
A bloody paw print on the strand.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

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