Memory, from A Man of Heart.

This is taken from A Man of Heart, by Liam Guilar. Published by Shearsman books 2023.

Lullingston Roman Villa remains, Kent, England.

Maxim 1
History is a record of brutality
tempered by outbursts of idealism.

  

Memory
There was never enough light
Even in summer, shade
and shadows contour brightness.
At night, torches and lamps
shiver the edge of sight.
The candle drew attention to itself
while life continued in the silent,
darker ebb and pool beyond. 

I remember her hand on the pillar,
a shadow on the white stone.
Her eyes bright in a dark face.
She was worried, there were visitors,
men of power and influence,
come to court her daughter.
Not bad for a freed slave
from the lands around Carthage.
I remember her hand on the pillar,
the light shaking over the mosaic floor.
She had plans. We all had plans.

 

 

The Wassail ceremony. Vortigern meets Rowena

This extract is taken from A Man of Heart, by Liam Guilar. Published by Shearsman books (January 2023)

Rowena offers Vortigern the Cup.

If you’ve ever ‘Gone Wassailing’ or heard the Christmas Carol ‘Here we come a wassailing’ and wondered what wassailing was, it comes from this story.

The Old English greeting Wes Þu hal (Be well!) became Wassail.

In the previous episode of The Poetry Voice I read an extract from A Man of Heart in which Hengist left for Britain, leaving his daughter on the shoreline, watching him depart. One he established himself he sent for her, and in this extract he’s pitching her at Vortigern the King. If the king marries his daughter, Hengist will become the grandfather of Kings. In my version of the story, Vortigern is aware of Hengist’s plan, thinks he’s in control, but then he meets Rowena for the first time,

If you’d like to see the original Middle English version of this episode, I’ve pasted it below.

Reowen sæt a cneowe; & cleopede to þan kinge.  
& þus ærest sæide; in Ænglene londe.   
Lauerd king wæs hæil; For þine kime ich æm uæin. 
Þe king þis ihærde; & nuste what heo seide.   
þe king Vortigerne; fræinede his cnihtes sone. 
what weoren þat speche; þe þat maide spilede. 
Þa andswarede Keredic; a cniht swiðe sellic.    
he wes þe bezste latimer; þat ær com her.   
Lust me nu lauerd king; & ich þe wulle cuðen.   
whæt seið Rouwenne; fæirest wimmonnen.    
Hit beoð tiðende; inne Sæxe-londe.   
whær-swa æi duȝeðe gladieð of drenche;    
þat freond sæiðe to freonde; mid fæire loten hende.   
Leofue freond wæs hail; Þe oðer sæið Drinc hail.    
Þe ilke þat halt þene nap; he hine drinkeð up.    
o[ð]er uuel me þider fareð; & bi-thecheð his iueren
þenne þat uul beoð icumen; þenne cusseoð heo þreoien.    
Þis beoð sele laȝen; inne Saxe-londe.
& inne Alemaine; heo beoð ihalden aðele.

Lesley Saunders' 'Praise Song for a Pair of Earrings'

This is taken from ‘Nominy-Dominy’ (Two Rivers Press-2018)

For once the blurb on the book is right: ‘Nominy-Dominy is a praise-song for the Greek and Latin literature Lesley Saunders grew up with as a schoolgirl’. It’s also well-written, enjoyable and thought provoking even for people like me with precious little Latin and absolutely no Greek.

In this poem, Anchises sleeps with the Goddess. According to the Matter of Britain, which I do know, their son will found Rome and his grandson, or great grandson, will found Britain.

I’ve written at length about this particular poem and you can read why I think it’s so good here: https://ladygodivaandme.blogspot.com/2018/05/leslie-saunders-praise-song-for-pair-of.html

David Jones' 'The Hunt'.

David Jones (1895-1974) has been described as ‘the forgotten British Modernist’. But he was a genre all to himself, a modernist who loved Malory, a catholic who was fascinated by the Matter of Britain and the symbolism and liturgy of the mass. No one blurred the distinction between poetry and prose, or calls the distinction into account more thoroughly than he did.

'In Parenthesis' is probably unique, certainly my vote for the best book to come out of the first world war, but whether it’s prose, or poetry or poetic prose I don’t know and honestly don’t care.

The Hunt is taken from ‘The Sleeping Lord and Other Fragments’. Jones notes, at the end, that is part of an incomplete attempt based the Medieval Welsh tale Culhwch and Olwen…a significant part of which tells of the hunting of the great boar Twyrth by all the war bands of the Island led by Arthur.