I wrote this piece in tribute to them, during their final days in this realm.
The Yellow Hood
Wrought by hands strong, yet gentle
A mother's hands
A crafts woman's hands
Hands of one who would be queen.
A hood composed of linen
saffron and bold.
Regal in its simplicity.
Warm in chilling winter
Cool in blazing desert.
Hand stitched with evergreen thread
sent far and wide to fingers she chose
to trust.
Guided by wisdom deep as a mountain
well.
Adorned first upon the shoulders of
Knights, Lords, and Gentles
standing guard upon the Vigil of truest
love.
It travels now, in many places in this
Known World.
Feasts, Coronations, Tourneys,
Festivals
and everything in between.
A badge of honor
A testament of virtue
A pure and eternal manifestation of the
Dream she shared with all.
All sewn together
with utmost care
a linen yellow hood.
