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ianukEstrella War XXIII Laurel’s Prize Tournament, A.S. XLI, Laurel Submission
“Mistress Sarita Vashti al Coya of the Kingdom of Gleann Abhann offers a poem of any style and any subject to be completed by either myself or my senior apprentice Beorn of the Northern Sea. To be sent to the recipient on or before April 15th of said same year.”
Recipient: Baron Ivan Petrovich, Master of the Laurel and Dread Warlord
A Skaldic Poem written in honor of: Her Most Honorable Excellency, Ianuk Raventhorne, Baroness of Tir Ysgithr
Ianuksdrápa
Shines she like the sun,
Blooms bid her due,
Sand and sun both blanch.
Ianuk aides all through strength,
Stands she also champion of Art.
For this flower glows two-fold,
She strikes with thorough thorn
And blinds by beauty rare.
The Raven wings the sky-sea,
Aloft, above, anointing the clouds,
Seeking sire, seeking partner, seeking friend.
Saw she sure-footed Ivan, and he her.
Workers of wonder, Creators of craft
Shore and sky, earth and air
Where one ends and one begins
It is not easy to say.
Alights she in Atenveldt
Sons of the Sun
Daughters of the Desert
Flowers of Chivalry all!
New hands and old lands,
Offer honor and praise.
The Sun and the Raven;
Bright and dark are whole.
Bides she now in Barony Tir Ysgithr,
The Raven Lady, leader of Boars.
Righteous to rid her lands of evil,
Ready to right the wrongs of ill,
Stands she powerfully by Petrovich,
Example to all of quiet grace.
For, as Ivan intoned in my poet’s ear:
Ianuk! Warrior and most beautiful Wife!
“Mistress Sarita Vashti al Coya of the Kingdom of Gleann Abhann offers a poem of any style and any subject to be completed by either myself or my senior apprentice Beorn of the Northern Sea. To be sent to the recipient on or before April 15th of said same year.”
Recipient: Baron Ivan Petrovich, Master of the Laurel and Dread Warlord
A Skaldic Poem written in honor of: Her Most Honorable Excellency, Ianuk Raventhorne, Baroness of Tir Ysgithr
Ianuksdrápa
Shines she like the sun,
Blooms bid her due,
Sand and sun both blanch.
Ianuk aides all through strength,
Stands she also champion of Art.
For this flower glows two-fold,
She strikes with thorough thorn
And blinds by beauty rare.
The Raven wings the sky-sea,
Aloft, above, anointing the clouds,
Seeking sire, seeking partner, seeking friend.
Saw she sure-footed Ivan, and he her.
Workers of wonder, Creators of craft
Shore and sky, earth and air
Where one ends and one begins
It is not easy to say.
Alights she in Atenveldt
Sons of the Sun
Daughters of the Desert
Flowers of Chivalry all!
New hands and old lands,
Offer honor and praise.
The Sun and the Raven;
Bright and dark are whole.
Bides she now in Barony Tir Ysgithr,
The Raven Lady, leader of Boars.
Righteous to rid her lands of evil,
Ready to right the wrongs of ill,
Stands she powerfully by Petrovich,
Example to all of quiet grace.
For, as Ivan intoned in my poet’s ear:
Ianuk! Warrior and most beautiful Wife!
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Date: 2008-01-03 01:53 pm (UTC)Beautiful poem, and what a way to be honored!
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