arontius | Sonnet No. 6 For Aelianora.

.....Continuing to add to the 'Story Sonnet' series for Aelianora. Here is the new addition:

She strokes the wind in grace on soaring flight.
With intense will she scours lands beneath her.
A piercing gaze soon spies a massive might.
An army profoundly vast that eyes blur.
The precisely laid stones run straight and true.
An ageless mark of those who tamed these lands.
Her delight showed in wondrous smile that grew.
Bright Britannia named in joy by these hands.
With gentle thought her heart will rise in song.
To embrace lands most precious to her soul.
A passion strong for history held long.
These deeds she writes on her endless scroll.
This place so flowing green her heart is home.
She loves these peoples such long ways from Rome.

.....and here is it tucked in amidst the remainder:

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.
Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.
The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.
From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

She tames a land of chaos in grasp tight,
Wild nature green with healthy teaming life.
A growth she nurtures with Law gleaming bright.
Her victory a harvest snatched from strife.
The ordered rows of vines and bushy leaves,
Thrum vibrantly in the warm summer heat.
Their chorus in time to a song she weaves.
The words she teaches with fresh water meet.
High notes are taken by goats prancing near.
Low notes are felt in waves from Mother Earth.
A gathering that sustains through the year.
A world she rules to capture Life's birth.
She holds a magic protecting from harm.
All who do thrive on her life-giving farm.

The intricate fiber paths will hold fast.
They find the choices made in cloth tills.
Our seamstress grips the intuitions cast.
And guides blades to arrange life as she wills.
Before her lies the scattered complex shapes.
The geomancy she will read for all.
And pieces rise to cover as she drapes.
To be assembled for the needful call.
A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.
The endless tapestry dense with its law.
She tames with skill and needles steel which gnaw.

She strokes the wind in grace on soaring flight.
With intense will she scours lands beneath her.
A piercing gaze soon spies a massive might.
An army profoundly vast that eyes blur.
The precisely laid stones run straight and true.
An ageless mark of those who tamed these lands.
Her delight showed in wondrous smile that grew.
Bright Britannia named in joy by these hands.
With gentle thought her heart will rise in song.
To embrace lands most precious to her soul.
A passion strong for history held long.
These deeds she writes on her endless scroll.
This place so flowing green her heart is home.
She loves these peoples such long ways from Rome.

The evil, Ignorance, thrives as foe dark.
Insidious coils smother Learning's flame.
Our warrior of thought with spear will mark.
A guide on human's quest to find his name.
She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.
The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.
Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

In high nobility and vigilance
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
The voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.
In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.
Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.
This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....I'll keep practicing. They are becoming easier, so the quality really needs to start coming up as well.

.....Aaron / Arontius.