Category: Poetry
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The Puritan Galahad
Yes, this is Lord Brooke, an obscure squire’s son turned rising radical on the eve of Civil War, demanding purity, with sword drawn… Read more
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The True Knight
You use words, many and pretty, to make treason seem sweet. But by Heaven, it is not. Its foulness fills Hades with its stench. Read more
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A Man for All Seasons
Foolish men seek out a name, yet the wisest hold their own, set aside without shame, standing strong, standing strong, alone. Read more
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The Last King
America’s last king removed his golden crown, a sign of earthly order, upon his coronation day when Communion commenced… Read more
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Strong John of Waterloo
Old tunes, joyful tunes, weaving through the night; the rosy glow of faces beneath the candlelight. Read more
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Bunker Hill
They are playing “British Grenadiers” as the Grenadiers advance, cheering them on, to their doom, for there are no other songs to play. Read more
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Dreamer of the Day
Listen, Dreamer of the Day: The desert calls you, like a prayer; Her sands, the tide of destiny, washing everything clean but the hearts of men. Read more
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Our Lady of Britannia
Thou stood on Newgate Arch and graced Pendragon’s shield; Cardigan bore thy taper and Walsingham thy seal… Read more
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The Riddle of Notre Dame
A holocaust of love burns boldly through the dusk. Cruciform, a candle gleams, in a city’s heart, consumed. Read more
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Hidden Queen
Look into the poorest eyes, and find the hidden queen. This pool of liquid light reveals the depth of the Red Sea… Read more
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Dewi Sant
St. David used his power when his mother was in labor, and soldiers came to slay her, but hailstorms drove them back. Read more
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Hussain at Karbala
I wander the sands, smeared crimson o’er gold; the blood of my house runs red as dusk. The children are crying, their throats parched earth. Read more
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Shattered Mirror
When Nordic winter reigns from night to noon, with darkness, and the daring of her lights, a tale is told, and so I tell it now… Read more
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Saint Hubert’s Hunt
Hail, Cross between the antlers beaming, brighter than the brightest pain! Hunted as the wild stag, white as host-to-tongue, we sinners long to savor Thee! Read more
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Ferguson’s Grave
Ferguson, lying beneath cold stones, gray with lichen clinging, do you yearn for the sounds of home? Can you hear me singing? Read more
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Nothing Human
Nothing human is a stranger to God on the tree in agony. He is in one place, and in all, the Calvary of Mankind. He is not safe from our iniquity, nor is He absent from our misery. Read more
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The Priest’s House
Cleaning out a priest’s house is a strange thing. I am like a sheep who finds the shepherd gone far away… Read more
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Arbaeen
Everything is shimmering in the shrines of the slain, starlit crystal capturing song and the moan of the mourners, fermented, yet fresh, like the River of Wine that flows beside the Milk. Read more
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Italia
Empire of the Heart and Land of the Eternal, you shake me to the core with your fire-fused mountains and crumbling foundations, fierce as your passion for living untamed. Read more
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God Save the King!
I say, God save the King, for the present must not scorn the past, but work through her wisdom. I say, God save the King, for we are not nourished by bread alone, but by symbols and signs. Read more