Man at Arms…

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Albrecth Altdorfer “The German Princes” c. 1512-1515

An olde knight
knelt in the fresh turned earth
sewing his seeds of rye

the biting winds gone
the winter, bitter and long
gave way to the brightest sunshine

each seed
small and brown
that he laid in the ground
was a promise of honorable worth

to his Ladye, he’d betrothed
so many seasons ago

to lay aside
the sword for
ploughshare and dirt

But on this bright, springtime day
past April’s showers
toward May
He heard a clarion horn
bright and clear

dusting the earth
from his knees
he stood up
and in the distance, he sees
that which had pulled at his ear

a caravan made way
under banners that swayed
dancing in the sunshine and breeze

These standards were famed
and on shields were the names
of many he fought long beside

and he couldn’t deny
that something deep down inside
made him want to be there
on that ride

from behind him
a sound
very low to the ground
made him turn away from the sight

and as she stood there
petite
in the dirt with bare feet
he smiled with the warmest delight

“Daddy where do they go?”
She wanted to know
“These knights with their horses so pretty.”

“Do they ride to a war?
Do they ride to a feast?
Do they go to the Keep in the city?”

He knelt down
and gathered her up in his arms
and hefted her onto his shoulder

Nothing made him so happy
Nothing made him so proud
And she made him forget he’d grown older

“My daughter, so fair
with your long flaxen hair
Nothing about you is plain

Perhaps to a faire
perhaps to a battle
perhaps there’s a dragon to be slain”

“Oh then, they should take you!
with all the dragons you slew
especially that one under the bed!”

and he laughed to himself
and considered his wealth
as her tiny hand patted his head

then he set her down
and took a knee to the ground
and looked in her deep dark brown eyes

and it’s there that he knows
wealth more than glory or gold
than can ever be found in a prize

 

 

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24 Responses to Man at Arms…

  1. Em says:

    This is so beautiful, Eric. ❀ Good afternoon. Hope your day is beautiful as well. πŸ™‚

  2. Meg Sorick says:

    Another gem, Sir Eric. Just love! ❀

  3. Another awesome poem, Brother! Gave this father a tug at the heart, if you must know. :’-)

  4. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Oh goodness, that’s so beautiful. Brings tears to my eyes. You’re such an amazing poet. πŸ™‚ ❀

  5. Took my breath away. Perfection!

  6. Rita says:

    I’ve no words, my brother! Exquisite ❀

  7. The conversation w the daughter so lovely

  8. Purpleanais says:

    What a flow! πŸ˜πŸ’œ

  9. What an exquisite piece; a beautiful tale of father and daughter. I loved reading this. It just flowed perfectly. X

  10. mandibelle16 says:

    Wow Eric this is so beautiful. You relay well the old nights wish or thoughts of returning to battle and glory, to find lost treasure. But most beautiful of all is how he looks I. His daughters eyes and sees he has the best “prize” of all, better than gold or glory. This is such a sweet piece.

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