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In the pretty village of Swatham Prior,
we begin our tale of romance and desire.
‘Twas a summer’s night at the local inn,
there was drinking of mead and a terrible din,
When entered Syrena, a fine looking wench,
she nervously sat ‘pon a rough wooden bench.
Kim, a young lad of the carpenter’s trade,
did spy in the distance this lovely young maid,
His gaze was intense, his features were fine,
young lady Syrena ceased sipping her wine.
The lights seemed to dim, the tavern to hush,
Syrena’s cheeks glowed with a most comely blush.
“Pray tell me young lass, have I seen thee before?
Your beauty is such that I cannot ignore.”
“I’m a lass from the village”, Syrena replied,
with a flutter of lashes she audibly sighed.
So Kim and Syrena began their romance,
to the songs of Rod Stewart they shared their first dance.
Romance turned to love, the two set a date,
it seemed that to wed was our young lovers’ fate.
But just a few weeks before they did marry,
young Kim announced that he thought they should tarry.
Syrena replied, “I am broken of heart.”
with copious tears, she begged Kim to depart.
Years passed and our lovers enjoyed happy days,
they married, and strangely, two boys both did raise.
But that first summer love neither one would forget,
many times would they dream of when they first met.
On occasion, each asked how the other did fare,
deep down both had feelings they would not declare.
At the small village hospice which tended the lame,
Syrena was working, when Kim to her came,
He led her outside to his strange steed of black,
”Syrena, “said Kim, “prithee jump on the back!
I now know it’s you who possesses my heart,
So pass me the key lass and let us depart!”
Syrena and Kim re-discovered their passion,
though as time passed there had been changes in fashion.
Syrena near swooned when her eyes did alight,
upon Kim in an apron, a comical sight!
Said Kim, “My Masonic attire please excuse,
I possess many aprons of varying hues.”
One day when our lovers were merry with mead,
Kim leapt with haste from his shiny black steed,
“Syrena,” he said, passion making him bold,
“Would you place on your finger, this band of pure gold?”
Said Syrena, “Would this matter involve a new dress,
for if so, the answer is certainly yes!”
Thus our Swatham romance draws near to end,
with this wonderful gathering of family and friends.
What a beautiful sight are the ladies in robes,
and the men dressed in fashionable tunic and hose.
To Peckforton Castle from throughout the land,
You have travelled to witness this joining of hands.
Love promised today is love promised forever,
and as some would say, better later than never.
Love that lasts through the years is both true and strong,
So may yours be a marriage that’s happy and long!!
My name is Anna, I'm part-time mum, part-time writer and I live in Birmingham. The poem I'm submitting is a recent poem written for a couple who got married medieval style. I have been writing mock-medieval wedding poetry for about a year and whilst I'm not doing it for payment, I have had about twelve requests this year, been sent some very generous gifts and I'm considering setting up as a freelance writer. It started when I wrote a poem for a friend's castle wedding and guests kept asking who wrote the poem! As I have a condition called Fibromyalgia, which gives me weak muscles, I decided that writing wedding poems could be worth a shot. I gather information from the bride and groom or guest, and create a totally unique poem for them. The poems have been read instead of speeches, as extra readings, during ceremonies and given as gifts.
As with many writers, I loved creative writing right through school and when I was eighteen, I won first prize in the Stratford-Upon-Avon Poetry Festival competition. I went on to study Theatre at uni and have since written articles, poetry and a short children's novel.
Anyway, thank you for looking at my poems and please let me know what you think! More poems can be seen at www.medievalpoet.co.uk.