30 Days of Poems: 12th Night

For the next 30 days I am challenging myself to write a poem every day. Most will be in an archaic style as I am training my skills as a Bard for the SCA.

Below is the first entry, inspired by my favorite annual SCA event:

12^th Night

Lords and ladies in colorful attire.

Fine smells

Mutton, lamb, and saffron

waft from the kitchen doors.

Grand pageantry with banners argent and azure

billowing amongst holly and white candles.

Small, yet meaningful gifts shared with friends old and new.

Songs and stories shared in an echoing hall.

Emotions stirred that warm the heart and quicken the mind for the coming new year.

Dancing steps shared and laughter when they are missed.

Cries of victory when they are stepped correct.

A raucous time is had by all.

Twelve nights we waited in the darkness and cold.

Twelve nights we dreamt of hot cider and halls.

Upon this joyous holiday we laugh, as the twelfth night has come upon us, at last.