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Well, the poetry isn't completely random. It is the custom here in Insulae Draconis for each couple competing in coronet tourney to be heralded in with boasts. A couple of my acquaintance, Lord Esbiorn and Lady Catlin, were competing in the most recent coronet, and asked me to herald them in. I was delighted to help and for some reason decided that an Old English poetic style was suitable for a praise poem. On the other hand, I do like my iambic pentameter. So I did a combination.
The entrance boast for Esbiorn Jensson and Catlin le Mareschal is in two parts.
The first part is alliterative verse in the style of many surviving Old English poems. I rely heavily, nearly exclusively, on the work of John C. Pope and R.D. Fulk for my information concerning the forms, and the overview they provide in Eight Old English Poems is invaluable.1 The exact structure of Old English verse is unclear, although alliteration features strongly, and it permits of a wide variety of metrical forms. Since I am not actually working in Old English, I chose to emphasize the alliteration, and quite frankly not worry too much about either meter or rhyme. The tag line at the end - 'and foewomen' - serves not only to acknowledge the diversity of the list, but also breaks the form, allowing a less jarring segue into the second part.
BOAST PART ONE
The second part is a riff on two Shakespeare monologues, the prologue of Romeo and Juliet and the famous Saint Crispin's Day speech from Henry V, Act IV, Scene iii.
The Romeo and Juliet riff follows the form - iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of abab. I cribbed a few phrases (both alike in dignity, where we lay our scene, from forth the fatal loins) and modified the rest to suit the event. The phrases used from R&J are well enough known, especially the first couplet, to clue in Shakespearean aficionados that what is coming is pastiche or homage. (Or, as some might say, filk.)
Two fencers, both alike in dignity,
For some reason, I got to that point and was reminded of Saint Crispin's Day, and thought that it would make a good ending to the boast, as it is one of the best endings to a monologue ever written in the English language. I started about halfway through with a pair of lines straight from the speech, and then wrote a bridge back to the lines 'But if it be a sin to covet honour / I am the most offending soul alive' which I recast in a more general vein to include all the fighters. Then, of course, 'we few, we happy few,' which needed to be tweaked to include the audience and spectators. And finally, since it was not, in fact, Saint Crispin's day, I needed a Saint whose name scanned. The Irish Saint Colman of Lindisfarne, seemed a good choice, as his feast day is 18 February, the day of the tourney itself.2
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
1. John C. Pope. and R.D. Fulk, eds, Eight Old English Poems, 3rd edition, (Norton: New York, 2001), 129-158. 2. Colman on Catholic Online ; Colman on Wikipedia
Luddite'sLog, 25 February 2017
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