SCA Related Poetry and Prose
Ansteorren Virtues
Strength Honor Loyalty and Love
Ansteorren warriors fight with strenght to strike their foes upon the ground
Ansteorren warriors fight with honor to bring glory to their crown
Ansteorren warriors fight with loyalty to shine for all to see
Ansteorren warriors fight with love to protect their homes and families
Ansteorren women lead with strength they stand behind their men
Ansteorren women lead with honor they will not fail a friend
Ansteorren women lead with loyalty to bring glory to their queen
Ansteorren women lead with love they uphold the undying dream
These are the Ansteorren virtues we prize above the rest
So put our strength honor loyalty and love to the test
These you will see with bright shining light
And know that we the warriors and women show forth Ansteorren might
Where doth beauty hide itself.
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies fair.
Whos beauty, heart, and grace they show forth for all everywhere
Whos pride and majesty doth show for all to see
So where doth beauty hide itself
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies there.
This poem won me the improv at the fall melees.
Lone and Joyless
I am lone and joyless for my heart has died.
It went with my knight when to war he did ride.
He charged the field with his sword held high.
Rallying his warriors was struck down to die.
He fell on the field in the soft ground to lie.
Now sees me here alone a widow am I.
His warriors rode home with the story of his fall.
Black banners draped over parapits and walls
And my tears and cries did echo through castle halls
Now no more will he hear my maidens voice call.
See now I go to stand at his grave.
This bloody ground and home of brave.
To remember his name,deeds,love and caress.
Then to castle return and remain forever lone and joyless.
Loves Muse
Who stood firm against thyne tempest?
I as always thyne shelter
Who gave thee shore forsooth?
I as always your rock
Who brought thee freshness when thou thirsted?
I as always your river
Yet a cruel flower, she won thy hand
Thou hast condemned me to shadowy memory
I your fairest muse.
Thou cast my voiced gift from thee
I your muse could nae thaw thyne heart
Shall I stand still as the tree?
While I watch thy fateful rose wound yea again.
Nae, I yet endure a fettered wraith of natures song
I watch thyne heart bleed full and red love.
Who taketh thyne hurts and shield thou?
I as always your shelter
Who let thee lean thyself to rest?
I as always your rock
Who let thee grace for sustenance?
I as always thyne river.
Lady Katitcha Brendwyth Eledin Stovold
June 16,2000
Here I doth sit upon mine bench in thought.
Mine heart is both full of joy and sorrow, for I have just been
given largess for mine performance amongst bards.
Alas, I am hoping for another to be summoned and heart made glad,
for he deserves it more than I.
Then what, ho, doth I hear mine name upon the lips of Their
Majesties' Herald?
Surely not I, for I am not worthy of any praise. I have done nothing
that anyone should take notice of.
I rise and am guided by mine true friend toward Their
Majesties' thrones.
Yet here have I arrived somehow; I find myself trying to loose the knot of
apprehension within me.
I kneel in a strange presence for mine self, and feel the nights breeze whisper
soothingly in mine ears.
The Herald's words echo the Award of Arms to me from Their Majesties.
Surely not. Did I hear this properly?
Slowly I am bid rise by Them and turned toward my peers. The King
declares, "Here is Lady Katitcha!"
The fear of unknowing hath given way to heart's delight and merriment.
But who am I to enjoy such?
My thoughts do turn again to another who deserves
this more than I.
I slowly walk back to mine seat, and doth speak a wish softly amongst
"hizzas" of mine household.
Then I hear the name of that wish to come forth. Oh, what
happiness have I!
Ahh, how fortunate am I. I have been granted three gifts this night, and my heart is glad.
Now with glad heart and smiling face do I eat mine feast with mine house.
This night is grand, and may it live always in mine thoughts and heart.
Strength Honor Loyalty and Love
Ansteorren warriors fight with strenght to strike their foes upon the ground
Ansteorren warriors fight with honor to bring glory to their crown
Ansteorren warriors fight with loyalty to shine for all to see
Ansteorren warriors fight with love to protect their homes and families
Ansteorren women lead with strength they stand behind their men
Ansteorren women lead with honor they will not fail a friend
Ansteorren women lead with loyalty to bring glory to their queen
Ansteorren women lead with love they uphold the undying dream
These are the Ansteorren virtues we prize above the rest
So put our strength honor loyalty and love to the test
These you will see with bright shining light
And know that we the warriors and women show forth Ansteorren might
Where doth beauty hide itself.
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies fair.
Whos beauty, heart, and grace they show forth for all everywhere
Whos pride and majesty doth show for all to see
So where doth beauty hide itself
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies there.
This poem won me the improv at the fall melees.
Lone and Joyless
I am lone and joyless for my heart has died.
It went with my knight when to war he did ride.
He charged the field with his sword held high.
Rallying his warriors was struck down to die.
He fell on the field in the soft ground to lie.
Now sees me here alone a widow am I.
His warriors rode home with the story of his fall.
Black banners draped over parapits and walls
And my tears and cries did echo through castle halls
Now no more will he hear my maidens voice call.
See now I go to stand at his grave.
This bloody ground and home of brave.
To remember his name,deeds,love and caress.
Then to castle return and remain forever lone and joyless.
Loves Muse
Who stood firm against thyne tempest?
I as always thyne shelter
Who gave thee shore forsooth?
I as always your rock
Who brought thee freshness when thou thirsted?
I as always your river
Yet a cruel flower, she won thy hand
Thou hast condemned me to shadowy memory
I your fairest muse.
Thou cast my voiced gift from thee
I your muse could nae thaw thyne heart
Shall I stand still as the tree?
While I watch thy fateful rose wound yea again.
Nae, I yet endure a fettered wraith of natures song
I watch thyne heart bleed full and red love.
Who taketh thyne hurts and shield thou?
I as always your shelter
Who let thee lean thyself to rest?
I as always your rock
Who let thee grace for sustenance?
I as always thyne river.
Lady Katitcha Brendwyth Eledin Stovold
June 16,2000
Here I doth sit upon mine bench in thought.
Mine heart is both full of joy and sorrow, for I have just been
given largess for mine performance amongst bards.
Alas, I am hoping for another to be summoned and heart made glad,
for he deserves it more than I.
Then what, ho, doth I hear mine name upon the lips of Their
Majesties' Herald?
Surely not I, for I am not worthy of any praise. I have done nothing
that anyone should take notice of.
I rise and am guided by mine true friend toward Their
Majesties' thrones.
Yet here have I arrived somehow; I find myself trying to loose the knot of
apprehension within me.
I kneel in a strange presence for mine self, and feel the nights breeze whisper
soothingly in mine ears.
The Herald's words echo the Award of Arms to me from Their Majesties.
Surely not. Did I hear this properly?
Slowly I am bid rise by Them and turned toward my peers. The King
declares, "Here is Lady Katitcha!"
The fear of unknowing hath given way to heart's delight and merriment.
But who am I to enjoy such?
My thoughts do turn again to another who deserves
this more than I.
I slowly walk back to mine seat, and doth speak a wish softly amongst
"hizzas" of mine household.
Then I hear the name of that wish to come forth. Oh, what
happiness have I!
Ahh, how fortunate am I. I have been granted three gifts this night, and my heart is glad.
Now with glad heart and smiling face do I eat mine feast with mine house.
This night is grand, and may it live always in mine thoughts and heart.