Romans: First Tattersby, Third Folly arc

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jun 2017 in Art, Poems



The Folly






We thought they were not men

They, beardless, most, but for their slaves

Vaunted trophies keeping costumed show

That in all weathers tell their vanquished homes

Came by war-engine attended

Came regaliaed steed, foreguard of chariot

Wheeled cage of sacrificial beast

Gentled by their magic; all these mounted ones,

Their faces red-scorched by their foreign sun

That we, beneath our clouds, did palely gaze upon

The marching men in their stepping ranks

The drums

Shields they bore, dressed in gold and silver

Their tents amassed behind the waters

Banners staked, that our eyes would see

Stories told

Of burning men on cross-braced pillars

Conquered foes

You see, M. de Clieux..


Romans: first Tattersby

More of this piece on Tattersby page:
A Conduit: second Tattersby (excerpt)







(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)





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