Yes Vi – Warrior Maiden

In many cultures women have fought beside their menfolk,
and some say the prowess of Alani and Scythian women
gave rise to the Amozon Legends — certainly, those who
killed a man in battle had the right to chose a mate …

Here is a ballad of a Warrior woman
that you might enjoy — even if WordPress
messes up its form

faucon
…………………………………………………………………..
Crone Warrior

The call was for able men to train defend the gate,
in case the Tartar sweep should continue west.
Many youths did gather there, inspired by chivalry,
each knowing that in courage they could evil best.

With a whomp and clang and whirling dance,
four-square-defense does teamwork guide,
back protect and parry sure in trusted stance.

Most stalwart knights and worthy squires had gone ahead
to challenge the fast advancing horse bound throng,
into whose Mongol hands cities fell like dropping fruit
from those un-pruned limbs that had suffered long.

Now it was left to children tall, and a few old men
of questioned worth, and breath and strength of arm.
But, in respect, the cadre looked for a leader sure
whose silent skill might protect from harm.

With a whomp and clang and whirling dance,
four-square-defense does teamwork guide,
back protect and parry sure in trusted stance.

The crone rose from her cooking pots and herbal bench
to be met by laughter and loud pointed jeers,
for her twisted form stood but five and two, one eye gone
from fall, ’tis said, after many ales and beers.

In response she said not a word, but in practiced flare
there sprang forth a sword from cape hid hold
that drew gasps of awe and fear that cold steel does command,
to whirl in the sky, so the story is told.

With a whomp and clang and whirling dance,
four-square-defense does teamwork guide,
back protect and parry sure in trusted stance.

The blade was sharpened from broken Bastard length,
with protected forward grasp and breaking bands.
The hilt was cross of iron, formed from a Saracen spear
that allowed backward thrust in her sure blooded hands.

She thrust it into the earth to stand near tall as self,
where shadow cast, a Bishop’s staff did recall.
Thereon the old lady nocked four arrows in a steady blur
that shaped in yonder oak a ring as apple small.

She tumbled to the sword looming fierce above the grass
and sailed its double points in fine balance
to within the target there defined by ancient aim
and seasoned will that left not much to chance.

“In Trace, we did win, by fighting ‘long with our men.
By guile and invention we did prevail,
but ’twas by companioned trust and courage charged
that drove victory through chest protecting mail.”

With a whomp and clang and whirling prance,
four-square-defense does teamwork guide,
back protect and parry, beneath our leader’s glance.

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About faucon

Male, 62 - owner of an eclectic retreat center called Sakin'el in Knoxville, TN. Author of many books listed on lulu.com

Posted on October 19, 2006, in Goddess Resources. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thank you, faucon, that is quite a poem/story. One can never tell about these feisty crones… though soft and gentle-looking some are hard as iron and aren’t afraid of conquest.

    Vi

  2. I loved this faucon; crones are close to my heart, so easy when you are one…lolol thanks for sharing!

    sage

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