‘Poetry’ Category

  1. Forgotten Love

    29 January, 2009 by Alexa Chipman

    To Eric Schlaepfer

    Wandering alone mid mists deeper than night
    Hope long since abandoned, cast to dark streams
    To the ocean I thought love lost beyond means
    Yet from afar appears a glimmering light
    Distant voices of liquid gold whisper “might”
    The clenching cold not as empty as it seems
    Taunting stillness retracts before bright beams
    Pure joy has gently washed away my plight

    Though again time has played her cruel game
    Loved but in the past, forgotten and still
    Waning into darkness as mine waxes new
    Once a warm spring of comfort only grants pain
    Fading shadow on still water become chill
    I turn, hiding mine eyes’ morning dew

    Note: This is an Italian sonnet in both form and content. Mr. Schlaepfer represents The Lady In The Window in the Dantean thought. For those of you unfamiliar with it, when Beatrice died Dante found himself comforted with feelings of deep love for an unknown lady at the window who smiled at him. It did not mean he ceased to love Beatrice. In most commentaries, she is likened to Philosophy so I suppose one could say Mr. Schlaepfer here represents Philosophy although the meaning of the poem comes from other sources.

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  2. Writing Update

    4 January, 2009 by Alexa Chipman

    I’m in the middle of translating some text describing various kings for Saxonboc, one of whom is William the C, obviously from the Anglo-Saxon point of view so it is fairly amusingly biased– it goes on for several pages about how terrible his ban on deer-hunting was!

    Mostly I’ve been busy working on beading the bodice of an early 16th century gown for a formal Gondorian dinner I’m attending in March. I’m copying some patterns from the late 15th century almost exactly so it takes quite a while as they were rather ornate. I’ll try to post a photograph once it is finished but knowing me that might be years I add on so much. The front is done but I’m working on the back now. Just finished a stag and am doing the flowers and leaves surrounding him. I’ll have to toss in some lancaster roses :)

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  3. Guest Poet (from the 20s lol) Ruth Pitter

    31 December, 2008 by Alexa Chipman

    This is not one of my poems, but I came across it via Lord David Cecil (you might remember him from the Maudelayne series). It is touching on how I and many other women feel about romantic love in that it is for 1 man only and until then it is a closed book as it were.

    IF YOU CAME

    If you came to my secret glade,
    Weary with heat,
    I would set you down in the shade
    I would wash your feet.
    If you came in the winter sad,
    Wanting for bread,
    I would give you the last that I had,
    I would give you my bed.
    But the place is hidden apart
    Like a nest by a brook,
    And I will not show you my heart
    By a word, by a look.
    The place is hidden apart
    Like the nest of a bird:
    And I will not show you my heart
    By a look, by a word.

    Ruth Pitter

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