Piers Poems - Poems about Piers

These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and/or Middle English. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric translation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth the bell away; The lily, the rose, the rose I lay. Now silver...

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seagulls looked for garbled shreds, scouring up after stray throngs signs creak to swing of ocean conducting to the depressed pranksters. Written: March 6, 2022 Lind30nr Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke Lind30 form: 7-7-7-9 HMC.COM...

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< This time of trouble so torn by terror, time of deep darkness and all-devouring death, this time of woe, high wages and much wenching is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises. I wander weary this winding way and wonder what future ills befall our faltering folk. Lady Favour fools high judges with her frippery. .Edward wends from week to week more...

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May sunshine and scattered showers Countdown days and sleepless hours Village maidens creep from their bowers Meet amongst the meadow flowers In a circle they skip and dance Whilst chanting their love one's name Enticing as moths to a flame Each to another and all the same Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance. As storm clouds darkened the blue sky Each maiden emitted a sigh Happily with...

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Used to live in Strasbourg: 9, Quai de Paris. The piers in that city Were on canals. Window flower boxes On Alsatian cafes, Choucroute garnie entres With onion tartes. Venders sell hot chestnuts In Orangerie park. I'd sight-see after dark La Petite France. Notes: Choucroute garnie is sauerkraut slow cooked with Riesling white wine, potatoes, ham, sausages, and cloves. Tarte a l’oignon is also an Alsatian specialty. La Petite France is the canal district that had many tanneries which now are tourist shops and...

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Heaven send your showmanship, Brave steps creaking along this pier, Rotting and unwieldly, Get to the edge with the sun above your dreams And throw your sword into the sea. Inhale with angel steadiness the peace of loss. Retreat or sit-down. Crash through the fishy wood, Or find the widest intersection. Allow your pain the power to change street lights. Shun brownies, burgers, and benevolence, Or...

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