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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fand the Fair
[time] => 2004-01-07 21:47:17
[hometext] => A lay written in the style of the old minstrels
[bodytext] => In springing-time in oaken wood
When greening were the beechen buds
There walked amid Celdara's shade
A maid a-gleaming in the gloam.
There white she shone amid the boughs
Like moonlight mantled glimmering.
The golden morning not yet come
In gloomy glade she softly stepped
And followed slender forest ways.
For day's approaching joys to wake
An eager light was in her face
And song soft-sung was on her lips.
She stepped upon a greening plain
And stopped to see the dawning light.
To fire turned the trembling dew
And new the day came quickening,
And brought to light the curve and blush
That shown upon the maiden's cheek.
She came at last upon a pool
And coming near she stayed to rest.
Neath woven willow-boughs she sat
And at the sparkling pool she looked.
Above the slender leaves were bright
Though not as fair as she were they.
A tryst she tarried there to keep;
A time at last awaited long
When he who long she loved would come,
And from the strife of war would walk
And if the foe had fallen should
Turn never more to go again.
She waited there the morning long
Unwavering in hopefulness,
But when at last the day had flown
Alone she waited still in gloam.
Her heart was dark and full of fear
And bitter tears were on her cheeks.
She there in darkness made a vow
To fare alone till he should come
And turn not back to hearth and kin
But in the woven wood to wait.
She would not fail him she loved
If he yet lived he yet would come.
There long she tarried under tree
And lonely slept upon cold earth
With tear-wet face she met the day
And gray and cold was eventide.
But there at last her lover came
And worn and wounded stumbled down.
Then there in darkness did he fall
But woke unto the gentle hand
Of Fand the Fair of golden hair
And there the healed him in the glade
And passing on in gladness they
Were seen by mortal men no more.
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[informant] => fionndruinne
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[ratings] => 12
[editpoem] => 1
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Fand the Fair
Contributed by
fionndruinne
on
Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 09:47:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
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In springing-time in oaken wood
When greening were the beechen buds
There walked amid Celdara's shade
A maid a-gleaming in the gloam.
There white she shone amid the boughs
Like moonlight mantled glimmering.
The golden morning not yet come
In gloomy glade she softly stepped
And followed slender forest ways.
For day's approaching joys to wake
An eager light was in her face
And song soft-sung was on her lips.
She stepped upon a greening plain
And stopped to see the dawning light.
To fire turned the trembling dew
And new the day came quickening,
And brought to light the curve and blush
That shown upon the maiden's cheek.
She came at last upon a pool
And coming near she stayed to rest.
Neath woven willow-boughs she sat
And at the sparkling pool she looked.
Above the slender leaves were bright
Though not as fair as she were they.
A tryst she tarried there to keep;
A time at last awaited long
When he who long she loved would come,
And from the strife of war would walk
And if the foe had fallen should
Turn never more to go again.
She waited there the morning long
Unwavering in hopefulness,
But when at last the day had flown
Alone she waited still in gloam.
Her heart was dark and full of fear
And bitter tears were on her cheeks.
She there in darkness made a vow
To fare alone till he should come
And turn not back to hearth and kin
But in the woven wood to wait.
She would not fail him she loved
If he yet lived he yet would come.
There long she tarried under tree
And lonely slept upon cold earth
With tear-wet face she met the day
And gray and cold was eventide.
But there at last her lover came
And worn and wounded stumbled down.
Then there in darkness did he fall
But woke unto the gentle hand
Of Fand the Fair of golden hair
And there the healed him in the glade
And passing on in gladness they
Were seen by mortal men no more.
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fionndruinne
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by ToriVeigh on
Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 10:03:14 PM AEST
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| There is something so exciting and breath-taking about this style of writing. Great job! I'm going to have to learn how to do this! |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by ShadowDaughter on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 08:47:48 PM AEST
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This is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word . . . color me impressed. Its graceful, lilting tone is, well, enchanting. And a few lines, I just love the sound of-- "If he yet lived he yet would come." and "With tear-wet face she met the day
And gray and cold was eventide."
This whole poem has the air, almost, of a song that might be sung by Tolkien's Elves . . . and I'm hoping you know exactly how complimentary I mean that to be.
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by Stitch on
Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 07:46:46 PM AEST
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What a lovely tale and so well told.
You might consider the use of commas here and there. Just a thought.
Stitch |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by liquidsunshine on
Sunday, 30th May 2004 @ 02:37:33 PM AEST
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I'm utterly enchanted by this one, Andrew.
Beautifully done. Fantastic.
Love,
Chelsea |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by Hurretje on
Thursday, 10th June 2004 @ 02:40:19 AM AEST
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Just...
......
Magnificient...
Greetz,
Hur
*keeps silent in sheer admiration* |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by emystar on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 06:07:54 AM AEST
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Very enchating write.
Awesome.
luv, huggs,
emy |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 10th August 2004 @ 02:37:53 AM AEST
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Ah. You have a knack for writing coercive lyrics. I must admit I thought myself standing upon the steps of Beverley Minster, listening to those medieval minstrels at play, beckoning the tourist in from afar, with a fluted (?) tale?
Wonderfully woven.
Kudos. |
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Re: Fand the Fair
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by fielding88 on
Wednesday, 4th May 2005 @ 06:58:14 PM AEST
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| Oh, what a beautiful piece of work! I have little exposure to these kind of settings and themes, and it's always a pleasure to have a safe-haven of sorts in your work. This was such a masterfully crafted tale, and it kept me guessing the ending, which I have to say is not a common thing with poems I read normally. I thought maybe she turned into a ghost that wanders the place, waiting, among other ideas, lol. But back on topic, I loved the way you ended it, didn't make the main character out to be some infatuated idiot, and gave her peace in the end. Not only that, but you sort of wrote a poem about the man who loved her, and how you pretty much let him "die" in her arms. This was a truly touching write, and if only I had the proper melody, like all other lyric-styled writes i read. Excellent. |
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