A foggy chilly morning
floating along like giant swans
a fleet of flotillas banks upon the shore
7000 foreign men leap up and out
to wade their way onto the soil
of a foreign land
vassals, mercenaries, and adventurers
a disciplined force
not just armed
but with 3000 horses
and a prefabricated fort
timbers cut, shaped, framed and pinned
by the end of the day
a well-manned fortification will stand
40 miles southwest of Dover
the Normans have come to England
the age of castles has begun.
– Marya Ophir
[Following slightly from Life in a Medieval Castle
I love this poem … … I put it on my blog
That’s funny, in searching for poetry I stumbled across your blog perhaps less than a week ago and added it to my rss list. You have a lot of eye candy there that’s hard to take one’s eyes off of.
I’m glad you liked the poem!
Hi Matt…
Marya writes beautiful poetry!
Eye candy is good for the soul!
Best, Flowy