Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Under the Cross Saltire

Pict and Norman and Briton,
Anglish and Dalriadic Scot.
Shed blood is mingled together
In the soil and never forgot
Longbow and iron age hill fort
The windswept tower of a broch
Standing stones on a hillside
O'erlooking the shores of a loch
Gaelic clans of the Highlands
Lords and lairds of the Plain
Broadswords and lochaber axes
To drive out the English again
Days of battle and warfare
Nights of fire and fear
Iron bands forged together
All under the Cross Saltire

Sunday, October 30, 2011

For My Lady

Sultry nights should not be spent alone,

But should be shared with one whose company

Delights the eyes; illuminates the soul,

Completes the formula of "you and me".

Fair music, candle light, a table set

Beside cool waters, laid beneath the stars;

Low conversation, touched with knowing smiles

Punctuated with unspoken dares.

The evening beckons; no plans for the morn.

Let events develop as they please.

Audacity is bred within your eyes;

Familiar rhythms, as we take our ease.

The languid hours pass and we care not.

Scented by night blossoms opening,

Conjoined at hand and heart, we drink the breeze,

Yielding to a sultry evening.