The Guild Fanucci

Tapestry
© 2005 George Reed
See the curtain drifting down
Bringing shadowed embrace around
Soft darkness at end of play
Silent statue on the stage
Silent actress, moment clear
From her heart-song giving dear
From the heart each moment made
A time of magic in the day
Tapestry…Mystery….keeping silent through centuries
Folding velvet to rise again
Light upon the actress then
Light upon the secret smile
Now she feels […]

Summer Swept
© 2005 George Reed
Summer fades giving way–time of lesser things…
Dreaming of a sail upon a sea of which I sing.
Cloak of night with out a fight enfolding gentle arm
Isn’t this a foolish wish standing where you are?
Morrow comes, even done, dawn will have its due.
Smile softly if you must, it will still be true.
Children […]

Silver
© 2005 George Reed
Pen wrought of silver, heart spun out of gold
Spirit shining in a song ever far from cold
Heart calling, tears falling, summer-swept and rare
Every moment written as if the reader there.
Story told of legend, tapestry you weave.
I only have but to hear and I must believe
Wheel turning, soul yearning just to understand
How yon […]

She
© 2005 George Reed
She makes the sun to rise over the valley…
She makes the wind caress the golden fields…
She makes the birds to sing as sun is rising…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
She makes the wine to deepen in the cask…
She keeps the spinning wheel smooth and fast…
She makes the joyous hours seem […]

September Fields
© 2005 George Reed
Those September fields…Oh..so far away…
Would I dare to go….if I thought I’d stay…
Never thought I’d feel…never thought I’d stay…
This far from fields…that live in yesterday…
Just within my sight…..pennons in the air…
Princess gliding round….roses in her hair…
Music I can hear….laughter I can feel…
Dancers drawing near…can it all be real
Steel wall fades away…All […]

Seneschal
Someone asked me yesterday what my personal thoughts were on the Society Seneschal Position. Well there are lots, but in particular some popped up relative to when people force me to resolve a local thing….
Seneschal
© 2005 George Reed
I am not your father.
I am not your king.
I will not rule your shire,
But I will come and […]

Roads
© 2005 George Reed
In the after of before I look upon the road,
Never asking is there more, do I want to know?
Something silent in a lake. Something raging out of hearing.
Grudging lesson I may take when is time to go.
Seven sigils in the morning shine above the break of dawn.
Seven silent shout a warning in […]

Lest you think everything I write is wistful ballads and such…
Here is something different. Its a hard R rating, so little-uns, click not!
Riches
© 2005 George Reed
Hey, hi! Lassie, you’re the one for me!
I love to watch you frolic in yer underlivery.
You can be me lady fair, an I will be yer lord.
Together we’ll have riches […]

Rearguard
© 2005 George Reed
Someone has to step in, someone has to stay.
Someone has to rearguard so the rest can get away….
In shadowing embrace of bitter frozen pass,
Numbers were against us and time was running fast…
I stepped up to the sergeant. He thought I lost my mind.
I volunteered to be the one the rest left behind…
Someone […]

Prodigal Son
© 2005 George Reed
Sun beating down on brown, barren sand…
Unbroken sky over broken land…
There, amid rubble of my father’s hand…
A hero makes his last stand…
Worn out knight on a worn out steed…
Armor tarnished, heart in need…
No song sounds over his brave deeds…
Just wind through rocks and weeds…
I could have lived like a hero…
I could […]