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St. George (I.P)

Posted by Highhat on April 25, 2010 - 19:39

Dust. Hot and plain dirt
blow the winds of shielded cross,
by the trooping storm alert
yielding fiery power and loss.
The battle of much a purple sunset
rising to the flag
blood upon the harness, yet,
crusader to marry the hag.
The flood of smoky sweat.
Tomorrow is remembrance
of a raging hoof
the sword dismembers semblance
snorting troll woman aloof.
Ej Ho a hero waiting
light persuing dark
centuries beyond dating
fearsome history's lark.
To beare the burden lightly
for horses and for man
twould never adhere to madness
as in earnest they took their stand.

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Comments

The Big Bad G | April 7, 2011 - 16:24

(egoist as I am, I was drawn by the name here) Odd that this one doesn't have your usual wealth of comments!

One typo - it should be 'to bear' and not 'beare'.

Some very evocative images here; I like the inversion of the dust blowing the wind. Also the 'remembrance of a raging hoof'. Another one well balanced between the familiar and the fantastic as well. It makes me wonder who the troll woman is.

Highhat | April 7, 2011 - 17:00

Now I am a bit embarassed- because I often think that most of the past is rubbish but I just read this one and its okay even if it is a bit jerky and quirky- no real rythm to the rhyme. well thanks a lot George. No I just made up the troll woman- maybe it was me!!!
;)Pia

The Big Bad G | April 8, 2011 - 08:50

1) Never be embarassed! 2) it may be jerky, but that shifts the emphasis in places. It makes you linger on 'snorting troll' for instance - you could have fun with taht reading out loud, I reckon.