Showing posts with label mahault. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mahault. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Crossings

Also for Mahault
By THLaird Colyne Stewart

The pillars of the grandest house are built,
By deeds both great and small the bricks are laid,
And with hard work the walls and floors are gilt,
With blood and sweat the mighty mansion’s made.

The mason is Abundantia on earth,
Her toils in both hall and field are great,
Long laboured maiden held in deepest worth,
Who does not fear the fight with fickle fate.

Clementia forgive her forthright voice,
Which rises in defense of those struck mute,
To honest live, herself to be, her choice,
Who can then dare to bold denounce her route?

So do I grace her gifting words I penned,
To sister, mentor, and my closest friend.





A Shakespearean sonnet.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Illumination

For Baroness Mahault of Swynford
By THLaird Colyne Stewart

From fingers flow a scene,
Of gold leaf, red and green,
Ink and paint they dance,
The quill her quiet lance,
Lines arch crisp and lines arch clean,
To convey gift from her queen.



Mahault, while not having a full persona, did take her name from the Flemish version of Matilda. Therefore, I wanted to write something for her in the Flemish style. Flanders (which is now part of modern Belgium, Germany and the Netherlands) shared its literary styles with both the Germans and the Dutch. Therefore I decided to write a minnelied (which literally was a poem or song written by a minnesinger). I found an example of a minnelied that was six lines long with a rhyme scheme of AABBAA. The first two lines had 6-syllables, the following two had 5-syllables, and the last two lines had 7-syllables. This is the manner in which I wrote my poem.


Sunday, December 5, 2010

Moving “House”

Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)

For Berend, Brandt, Eirik, Galiana and Mahault

Eighteen months ago we had never met
And yesterday I saw you all
In the dining room of our new house
In the kitchen, on the porch
Glasses in hands, smiling and laughing
After many hours of hard work
Sweating, lugging, under burning sun
Now mingling with our parents and brothers
And I came to a realization

Though we do not have a name, nor device, nor charter of ideals
We are a House: a House of Spirit, a House of Friends
And what is more
A House of Family.

Mahault at Hadrian’s Wall (Pennsic XXXI)

Colyne Stewart, Aug. AS XXXVII (2003)

At Hadrian’s Wall forces met
With great shields locked and long swords set
Columns marched quickly tot heir death
With beaded sweat and hitching breath.
Iron Companions all in red
Were by Thegn Cynred boldly led
Into the breaches thick with flies
Feasting upon those that had died.
As War Doors smashed into the foe
A wave of armoured fighters flowed
And then Mahault, Isen-sister,
Was lifted, turned, foot all twisted,
Surrounded by Atlantians
Who yelled to her above the din
“Are you injured? Show us no fear,”
All bending close so she could hear
And lifting her upon her shield
Like a Queen carried from the field.
Caught now by the Dragon enemy
She found they held no enmity
As they watered her and fed her
Gave her hugs instead of murder.
A Midlands Duke then came to stare
To see what caused such ruckus there.
He introduced himself and claimed
He was more known than Finnvarr’s fame
To which Mahault did bold retort,
“I know Finnvarr, but of you naught.”
A chastised Duke then slunk away
And though his side would win the day
Mahault returned to Eald’mere earth
With this tale to cause us much mirth,

For the van der Eychs, Upon the Occasion of their Authorizations

Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)

On sunny day of blasting heat
Two fighters came to prove their worth
In armour made by their own hand
Their faces shining bright with mirth

For long her training for this day
Hard hitting pell-poles for their crimes
He, whom Aaron thought a Duke
Had been in armour but three times

Both raised their swords in a salute
Both bravely fought and whirled and spun
Both brought their weapons crashing down
Upon the head of laughing Gun

Two new fighters for the Isen
Both born in Glory, shaped that day
To Berend and Mahault the fierce!
Great praises do I herein say.