Poem

Little Princess Mee

R:

No key, this,

by no ring hung:

held aloft,

and with pride

loud-sung!

Opposed pride

so-rendered unstung.

Thus way is given,

and more than way:

kinship and fealty

play part in this lay.

C. I:

Yet not overlong.

For pride - even well-tended

- unchecked,

needs cause much

be broken,

be mended.

C. II:

What bites itself,

as stubborn buckle-strap?

R.:

From bearded mouth, a hope to glean;

its rede: to keep its host unseen.

Water issued to those water-keen,

succour offered to those dread-fleeing.

Water only now held aloft:

What is the name of this proud mouth?

C. I:

Which Ulmo booned, afore its need.

Toothless not, 'midst wind-sung beard.

What bonds proclaimed; what deeds slept near!

What songs thereby the eld did hear!

C. II:

In peace a charm, in war held the least,

its swallowing-up:

(See part I: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/63225)

But scoffs then Sigehelm scornful laughing

“This bumbling boy bursting into the hall

In a workshop of metal and steel,
Where the hammer strikes with mighty zeal,
Sparks flying high, in the fire's grasp,
Crafting wonders, each blow's tight clasp.

With precision, the blacksmith stands,
In sweat and toil, his skilled hands,
He swings the hammer, loud and strong,
Creating beauty as he goes along.

The anvil sings a melodic tune,
As the hammer falls, the sparks loom,
Echoing rhythm, a symphony rare,
In this fiery forge, a creative affair.

Roaring fire burning bright,

Dancing merry through the night.

Speech and song run sweet and long,

Everbathed in glowing light.

Gentle fire under star,

Warming trav’lers from lands afar.

Crystal clear ring cries of cheer‿

While flames flick’ring play on logs smoke-charred.

Raging fire blazing bold,

Greedy tongues lick red and gold.