Showing posts with label domhnail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label domhnail. Show all posts

Monday, May 25, 2015

For Quilliam III and Domhnail II

Upon his victory at Crown Tournament

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, May AS 50 (2015)

A wolfen duke he was, a countess bold was she,
Down Rising Waters way, they went with sword and shield,
Her favour bore he well upon contested field,
His arm was strong and true, the foe-blood flowed so free,
All who came before him, were forced to take a knee,
Tormot for raven won the northlands golden crown,
Put it where she glad sat, well clad in silken gown,
And made his lady proud, princess for all to see.


Written as a non-strict copla de arte mayor.

Arte mayor is a line of nine or more syllables, though it is also the name of a strophe made up of such lines. The basic pattern was 12-beat verse divided into two hemistichs of six beats each and having triple rhyme. The primary and secondary stress beats of each hemistich are supplied by accented syllables while the unstressed beats between them are supplied by two unaccented syllables. The remaining unstressed beats may each be supplied by one or two unaccented syllables or a rest beat. However, this pattern was not always strictly followed.

They were normally collected into groups of 8 lines (called copla de arte mayor) and rhymed abbaacca.


Sunday, December 5, 2010

For Corwyn and Domhnail, Their Excellencies Septentria

Laird Colyne Stewart, Feb AS 37 (2003)

Domhnail is the swift-foot,
She is the flashing shield;
She with flowing raven hair
Striding on the field.
She has a sword of honour;
Great pride is placed upon her—
Domhnail is our Lady of the Bear.

Tall Corwyn is the oak-thewed,
A giant of the north;
With gentle hands and humour,
A bellowed laugh comes forth.
He has a sword of courage,
Standing on the pine ridge—
Tall Corwyn is our new Lord of the Bear.

They bleed upon the red field,
And tend to fallen kin,
Give the largesse of their hands,
Arms gather people in.
They have two swords of true love,
The kind the sonnets sing of—
Together they the new Heart of the Bear.

They gather to them households,
Band the folk with iron,
Call to them the ursine,
Call them to good fortune.
They have two swords of power,
Protecting trillium flower—
Together they the new Claw of the Bear.

We scarlet people gather
To them we bend our knee
Bright future seen within them
They shape our destiny.
We the sword of loyalty
To the Bear’s nobility
Together we the Spirit of the Bear.

Tall Corwyn and Domhnail
Lead us and will not fail—
Together they personify the Bear.
Together they personify the Bear.