A Poem Tribute to a couple of lady performers at Ren Faire
Iris And Rose: October18,2007
Here's to the ladies Iris and Rose!
The best of the blossoms so everyone knows.
Iris is lovely and Rose perfumed sweet,
and all the Lads and some Lassies do clammer to meet.
If you should find yourself at one of their shows,
your in for a treat.
For jokes and songs you will have plenty,
and be prepared those ladies speak quite candidly.
You will find when they are gone and you after,
that the day has been brightened thanks to their laughter.
Don't be afraid to crack a wee smile,
when thinking of Iris and Rose in the after while.
Now if you those ladies should happen to meet,
Be extra kind when they you do greet.
You may just gety lucky, or get a big treat, Who knows?
From the best of the ladies Iris and Rose!
Ansteorren Virtues
Strength Honor Loyalty and Love
Ansteorren warriors fight with strenght to strike their foes upon the ground
Ansteorren warriors fight with honor to bring glory to their crown
Ansteorren warriors fight with loyalty to shine for all to see
Ansteorren warriors fight with love to protect their homes and families
Ansteorren women lead with strength they stand behind their men
Ansteorren women lead with honor they will not fail a friend
Ansteorren women lead with loyalty to bring glory to their queen
Ansteorren women lead with love they uphold the undying dream
These are the Ansteorren virtues we prize above the rest
So put our strength honor loyalty and love to the test
These you will see with bright shining light
And know that we the warriors and women show forth Ansteorren might
Where doth beauty hide itself.
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies fair.
Whos beauty, heart, and grace they show forth for all everywhere
Whos pride and majesty doth show for all to see
So where doth beauty hide itself
It lies in Bordermarch with the ladies there.
This poem won me the improv at the fall melees.
Lady Katitcha Brendwyth Eledin Stovold
June 16,2000
Here I doth sit upon mine bench in thought.
Mine heart is both full of joy and sorrow, for I have just been
given largess for mine performance amongst bards.
Alas, I am hoping for another to be summoned and heart made glad,
for he deserves it more than I.
Then what, ho, doth I hear mine name upon the lips of Their
Majesties' Herald?
Surely not I, for I am not worthy of any praise. I have done nothing
that anyone should take notice of.
I rise and am guided by mine true friend toward Their
Majesties' thrones.
Yet here have I arrived somehow; I find myself trying to loose the knot of
apprehension within me.
I kneel in a strange presence for mine self, and feel the nights breeze whisper
soothingly in mine ears.
The Herald's words echo the Award of Arms to me from Their Majesties.
Surely not. Did I hear this properly?
Slowly I am bid rise by Them and turned toward my peers. The King
declares, "Here is Lady Katitcha!"
The fear of unknowing hath given way to heart's delight and merriment.
But who am I to enjoy such?
My thoughts do turn again to another who deserves
this more than I.
I slowly walk back to mine seat, and doth speak a wish softly amongst
"hizzas" of mine household.
Then I hear the name of that wish to come forth. Oh, what
happiness have I!
Ahh, how fortunate am I. I have been granted three gifts this night, and my heart is glad.
Now with glad heart and smiling face do I eat mine feast with mine house.
This night is grand, and may it live always in mine thoughts and heart.
