The Medieval Moment
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Dedicated to Master Olyeg the Quiet, who made me rethink what a Laurel was. (tune: Tempus est iocundum) CHORUS: For those who wear the crown of laurels, and strive for authenticity, It! Matters! not the time it takes If for one medieval moment we live the dream again! If for one moment we live the dream. A dress may take a year to make With blood and sweat and fraying seams! But when it stands before the throne We see it make a queen! CHORUS Splinters and cuts mark the hands That carved a thousand times! But when the boat is pushed from the shore We see the Viking tide! CHORUS Soot and burns and bandaged thumbs Are marks of hammer and forge! But when that armor takes the field A knight defends their lord! CHORUS The must and rot of ancient books May cause the lungs to fail! But when they tell of the wine-dark sea We see the snapping sail! CHORUS Watching willow grow is dull As only watching traps can match! But the basket woven from its fronds Will hold the hunter's catch! CHORUS Strange vowels and consonants do scrape Across a tired and cursing tongue! But when the words ring proud through court We glimpse a land far flung! CHORUS Ink-stained hands and paint-flecked nails Tell of hours spent with brush and quill! But when presented in a court The scroll proclaims a monarch's will! CHORUS |
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