Surely you joust!

joust

Jesters dance, and joke before kings.

Their wisdom hidden in song escapes

the wrath of a leader deaf to truth.

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Smiths sweat over forges, metal glowing.

Their muscles tense over tools of death

made to save them all and yet not so.

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Maids wrapped and veiled wander.

Eyes flashing promise, or hope to

those whom they can catch looking.

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Falconers send their hunters to the sky.

Screaming they soar, and return to

hood and ties – slaves who could be free.

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Knights wait for their turn in the lists.

Horses pace, eyeing the tilts and

pennants flash brightly, armor gleams.

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Blunted tips on lances signal this is not war.

Death is not the goal here, dismounting

your opponent is the not-so-secret wish.

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Music rises and laughter rings loud.

The Medieval Festival makes me long

for a past far distant and darkly present.

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All things Medieval over at dVerse…grab your sword, shine the armor and find a horse! ¬†Check out the links and leave love, poets live on it!¬†

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