Every month one of my favorite narrative poems will be chosen as the “poem of the month” telling a story I feel is most appropriate. This particular poem is about faith and family, and how even small miracles can be so important to life.
One of my earlier fantasy poems, “The Battle of the Coastal Raiders” was originally created as a fantasy poem men would appreciate. I used the Battle of Agincourt for tactics, and the unsuccessful raid by a Viking army at Stamford Bridge in early Britain for the invaders. What resulted was this rather intense battle poem that I still have a hard time reading aloud as I get too emotionally involved. When I write a fantasy poem, to an extent — I live in it. However, the more I read it now, the more it reminds me of what is happening in the Ukraine, and the similarities of fighting a superior invader for survival. Anyway, maybe you’ll see those similarities, as well? Hope you love it!
The Battle of the Coastal Raiders – fantasy poem
copyright 2011 by jon gutmacher
Thru the clearing he did go
bow at ready
sword in tow
there a ship
upon the rise
full of warriors
huge surprise
“Warn the others while I stay
“use all speed
to get away
bring the army
bring the knights
make them march
throughout the night
Tell the king
the enemy’s here
armed with swords
shield, and spear
A hundred in each ship I see
four ships have landed
I still
count three
The squire ran
as hard, he could
thru the trees
and thru the wood
thru the fields
to castle gate
there collapsed
but not too late
Gasping
Gasping
weak with pain
breathing heavy
almost lame
“Raiders, come!
“They’ve come by boat
“Seven hundred armed
to kill and smote
My Knight is waiting
He spied them all
Hurry, Sire
Lest all
we fall
“To Arms! To Arms!
bring kingdom out!
Gather the archers
the King did shout!
Put on your swords
Grab lance and shield
Take none alive
and do not yield!
For this is not a game we play
it is survival
or we die, this day
I know these scum who invade our land
they kill all the men
and let nothing stand
They rape the women
keep those most fair
the rest are killed
without a care
all homes are burned
the castles torn
they steal the livestock
they burn the corn
The children are
all kept as slaves
to tend their fields
to serve their games
to sacrifice
to beat with pain
we stop them here
Our Gods, ordain!
“My King
the army is assembled now
one thousand strong
as you allow
three hundred bows
two hundred horse
the rest with sword
it’s quite a force
“What order, Lord?
What now we do?
How will the battle
be planned
by you?
“We cannot meet them on the beach
their ships have landed
their lines be neat
an ambush must
we somehow make
take archers hence
and put up stakes
For as they pass
on yonder road
they’ll come thru clearing
where we – untold
will have our archers
hidden at either side
we’ll take them fast
‘fore they can hide
and once our arrows take their toll
with sword and horse
we’ll run them cold
And so the plan was made to be
and huntsmen left
so silently
to watch the foe
to kill their scouts
to report to King
and set the rout
And everything did go as planned
the Raiders came
thru road and land
and in the clearing
they were met
with arrows
they would not forget
And men were pierced
and horses too
their shields were down
before they knew
that ambushed well
oh that, they be
they died by hundreds
for all to see
And then the army with swords draw out
came thru the wood
with one great shout
and charged the confusion
like a wall of steel
their swords like talons
with death
did deal
The invaders crumbled
and began to flee
and then the knights charged
forcefully
at full gallop horse
they ran them down
the blood flowed free
as hoofs did pound
Not one, was spared
that bloody day
their ships were burned
none got away
and when the King
came on the field
the carnage there
so bloody real
“So, this – the lesson
that we teach
Our kingdom safe
beyond harm’s reach
For today you’ve saved your land
and King
Your families live
Now minstrels sing
For feast we will
this bloody night
for we survived
the awful fight
Our children live
our crops grow tall
our women laugh
our enemies fall
And every year
this Raider Day
We’ll remember well
and each will say:
“That vigilance will
protect us all
Lest our land
and kingdom fall
For we stood and fought
where others flee
and because of that
we still are free
And Kingdom
ah, this blessed land
these castle walls
they hold!
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