30 Days of Poems: In Memoriam

Someone I deeply admired and respected passed beyond the Rainbow Bridge to feast in the Hall of Ancestors eternally today.

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.

30 Days of Poems: Secret

There is something going down in my life that moved me to write this poem. Its about something that happened a long time ago that recent events have reminded me of. So I wrote it down. I may revised it later but I feel the need to get it out there.

Secret

I have friend whom I call brother once confessed to me a terrible secret,

that he was once apart of a tribe who hunt and kill my people in the name of the king.

He showed me that terrifying banner, scarlet, sable, and argent

danced across my eyes and chilled me to the bone.

He kept it hidden in a dark chest, a shameful reminder of what he once was,

a bloodied, wicked threat to my life.

He ran his fingers along my rose cap,

his eyes full of regret.

I thought for a moment of all who came before me,

all who passed to the grave.

Covered in red, darkening their caps, all at the whim of a King.

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes.

That I held no value for myself, perhaps it was a sign?

Perhaps I had come upon a moment of grace.

For it was forgiveness I gave him that night.

Not a fleeting pass to keep the peace.

Nor a flagrant lie.

Upon my word I pledged forgiveness, upon a mid-winter sky.

Exalted Third Edition: The Fellowship of the Rose

No poems today.

However, I would like to share a bit of writing I did for the Annual Exalted Forum White Elephant Exchange. Wise Old Guru, Artist and Writer behind the amazing Exalted Web Comic God-Kicking Boot was who I drew as my recipient. I was incredibly nervous because I am such a huge fan of their work. Yet I powered through. Wise Old Guru requested some content he could use for his House of Bells set Dragon-blooded boarding school drama. So I decided to build an homage to one of my favorite boarding school-fantasy anime, Revolutionary Girl Utena.

Fellowship of the Rose

The Fellowship of the Rose is a covert society of students dedicated to the principles of the honorable duel. Only the most elite, and prestigious of students at the House of Bells are permitted to pledge to join its ranks. Those who are accepted into the Fellowship become apart of a lifelong social network that crosses the boundaries of House, Aspect, and Class that spans the entirety of the Scarlet Empire.

Leadership of the fellowship is known as The Rose Council, the highest ranked and most esteemed duelists among them. In order to have seat on the Council one must be a currently enrolled student in the House of Bells, a fully initiated member of the Fellowship in good standing, and possess record of no less than three honorable victories in the sacred Rose Duel.

Members and Alumni signal to one another membership by wearing a small green jade & gold rose pin on their person.

The Rose Duel

This is a special duel that is practiced only by members of the Fellowship, and it is considered to the epitome of honor to participate in. Both parties involved fight unarmored, with a single blade, and with a freshly plucked rose pinned to the lapel of their uniform jacket. The object of the duel is to cut the blossom off one's opponents lapel first. The duel is not over until one of the participant's rose has been cut off.

New Gambit:
Strike the Rose (Difficulty 7)

Upon success of this Gambit, a small object is removed cleanly of an opponent's lapel using a single strike from a bladed weapon. If the item is of a delicate a nature, such as a glass brooch or flower blossom, the object is destroyed.

The Rose Consort

Winners of the Rose Duel may claim the prize of The Rose Consort. The Rose Consort is always a student whom is among the rare and exceptional Dynasts whom have not taken the Second Breath that were accepted into the Academy. The Rose Consort serves as both a personal retainer and consort to social events. A potent sorcerous working binds The Rose Consort to both secrecy and loyalty to current Rose Champion. In exchange, the Consort has the entirety of their tuition compensated, and garners the opportunity for a marriage match to an Exalted after graduation via the vast social network of the Fellowship.

30 Days of Poems: Love Reflections

So I ran out of a bit of creative steam. I started working on a new Exalted Third Edition game and my creative energy got sucked up writing things up for my setting and plot. So I took a bit of a break from writing new poems.

However, I am back and I have written some new material. I am calling this piece "Love Reflections" each is a stanza about a past or current love. They are functionally all opening stanzas for poems dedicated to each one, but I am grouping them all into one piece. This is the beginning of what I hope will be a much larger work in the future:

Love Reflections

I once loved a solider

who's hair was the color of fire.

I once loved a tree feller

with hair all over his body

like a bear's pelt.

I am courting a viking

with hair spun of gold

in the sun.

30 Days of Poetry: Haiku Time

Okay so today I slept in until noon and relaxed. I have work later this evening, so I decided today I would write something short.

So today I tackled the ancient Japanese poetry form of Haiku. I managed, without trying, to get to under 17 syllables, of which I am very proud:


falling blossoms
eternal promise
on a single droplet of dew

30 Day of Poems: Love Rhyme

So my good friend Blake, aka Lord Thorgrimm the leader of my SCA household, is one of my biggest supporters of my bardic pursuits. He likes to tease people however. Blake has teased me about how my poems don't rhyme. So I wrote this one for him, with a little inspiration from the Rapunzel myth for good measure:

Love Rhyme

The fiery footed fellow

sped across the meadow.

To meet up, with his lady love.

He push obstacles

with a brutal shove.

He leaps and bounds with poem in hand

to tell her true

where their love stands.

He finds her in

a locked up old tower

he curses then

as he forgot her a flower.

Climb and Climb up to the sky.

To the kiss of a maiden, ever so fine

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.