Sitting at the gates now, accompanying the crows. / His skin hung in tatters, arms ending in shards;
Another rhyming novel. LOL If you can make it through this one, kudos to you. It’s VERY VERY long. Although has a good message at the end=)
Salad of cos lettuce, goat’s cheese, juniper berries and bacon / black cherry beer
“You needn’t tell me that a man who doesn’t love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He’s simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.” / “The Chronicles of Clovis”, Saki This is for the feast theme of the next Melbourne Writers’ Meeting. Feasts: always, always a way in which to nurture your loved ones. And when there are none of those…then that means you.
Hi peaked castles of gray, / reaching up to the sky. / Flag dancing atop a high tower, / Petals on the medieval flower. Glades of green f…
The nobles spun in whirls of color and the hiss of rich fabrics, all the while laughing and twisting their wrists with the gleaming bells…
I’m honestly not sure if this is historical enough to be allowed here—it’s just a bit of shakespearean fan-fiction, really. I merely love to experiment in different mediums in literature, and this is one I may be returning to more often. Let me know your thoughts.
Opening the large doors, Mez smiled, “ Yes, I cannot find it. It was going to help me defeat another queen in a distant city. Her magic …
a continuation of the queens Library
When do you stop loving your dearest one ? Does it has got an end ? Dedicated to that immortal love…
Its the story of a young knight fighting for his kingdom. Its medieval period and he is riding the horse. Suddenly he is struck by a deadly arrow. All he now cares before dying is to be with the beautiful daughter of the king, left alone in the huge palace. He just manages to escape the battlefield and runs for his lover. Alias, the blissful princess takes away her life to save herself from the enemy and thus keep herself pure. The poor young man fails to reach the palace doorways, and drops dead on the path. Nobody will ever know, God took their life to preserve the last moments of heavenly love.
Shrouds of patrician landholders gather their reining power / In order to efficaciously control their gaining power. Though the festivi…
Pay attention to form in this medieval times inspired poem.
The bells ring loud / Through the streets / Out into the countryside / The Prince his waiting ended / The Bride her preparation complete / Lov…
I have no idea where this one came from – just started writing one day and out it came. Not my best…
He pulled his massive beast to a halt with it rearing in protest, as she heard the tell tale sounds of the bridge being raised. She knew …
In the moonlight of a stormy night a castle looms. Two riders are making for the safety of it at top speed, with all the evils of the night on their tails ...... Well that’s what hit me when I looked at / Blaise Castle in the Moonlight by my dear friend Dawn Davies Baron’s Wrath [ii] For you dear Dawn … I hope you like it [and don’t get too impatient waiting for the rest of it ok? :O)] Thank you for reading my words! ♥ / Keep Happy! :O) / Chookas! X♥X
‘Daphne, they would not believe you.’ he said quietly daring to look up at her. / ‘Remember yourself in public won’t you My Lord Baron Arm…
In the moonlight of a stormy night a castle looms. Two riders are making for the safety of it at top speed, with all the evils of the night on their tails ...... Well that’s what hit me when I looked at / Blaise Castle in the Moonlight by my dear friend Dawn Davies Thank you for reading my words! ♥ / Keep Happy! :O) / Chookas! X♥X
Distant damsels do not dare / display a splash of splendour, / sisters of the solemn stare…
Playful language with alliterative rhyme lightens up a serious subject, the dismay and hope of women confronted with a violent world.
The Templar, gawping at her woman’s sight / Flushed by emotions newly felt unfolding / And the world did spin the stars and moonlight / Into…
“What wouldst thou give”, the bard did quip, / “To savor yonder lady’s lips?
My earliest memories are, of course, those of my family and friends. During my childhood, we lived in a two roomed cottage, made of wattl…
Part of a larger work, which I one day hope to publish as a book. It all came, almost unbidden, from a small paragraph.
I am really enjoying writing with sound as a medium for providing depth and connecting with more of the senses of the audience. I hope you could ‘hear’ the war cry at the poems end. Some friends of mine are really into the medieval scene and inspired this poem also. There are of course, as always, other less obvious messages in this poem which I hope you may find and relate to.
The Innkeeper The air in the dimly lit tavern was thick and smelled strongly of ale, vomit, and an assortment of foods. Such a stench …
A lowly inkeeper is startled to discover a secret plot—-one being hatched behind his very inn!
The walls of my city; they crumble to dust / In the wake of chaos unrestrained. / Who dares resist its abominable might? / All around I see …
The Story of Gorin, Part One. The beginning of a man’s journey to claim his destiny.
And so I stared back at the bird. / I said to it: “Ye bird of the lowest / Depths, O bird of death, / Why do ye torment me? What / Have I don…
The Story of Gorin, Part Two.
The fire! The fire! Oh how it / Burns my mind; sears my body / Into a lifeless husk! Is there no / Water with which to douse the flame? C…
The Story of Gorin, Part Three
With a start I awoke from / A horrible dream; a nightmare / As malevolent as the Lord of / Hells himself. I lay at the bank of the river …
The Story of Gorin, Part Four.
The darkness is all-consuming, / Enveloping the world in black. / The smell of death and rot linger in the air, / My senses dulled. But o…
The Story of Gorin, Part Five.
Break me / Break me / Dost thou forsaketh me? Slay me / Take me / Do ye hear my words to thee? To the fords / To other worlds / Thrice be…
Stifling a gasp of recognition, Maleana lowered her eyes subserviently. Anger at his brazenness, distress over his purpose were a numbin…
The Prologue of my Legend of Aaranon series. Yet to be submitted for publication. What do you think? Should it be?
This horse knows the way to your castle / We pant in unison from a mixture of anticipation / And agony from the weight of my mud-splattered…
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