trobaire.org

a collection of literature from poets, bards, songwriters, and skalds in the SCA

Welcome!

This website serves as an unofficial chansonnier—that is, a book or collection of songs and poems—of several troubadours (who may style themselves singers, musicians, poets, bards, minstrels, and sundry other names) throughout the Society for Creative Anachronism. In addition to songs and poems, this site also presents prose fiction and research essays from the society's talented participants. There should be a little bit of something for everyone: entertainment, education, distraction. Hopefully you will find at least one of these to bring you some enjoyment. Check back often, as well, to see what further troubadours (and various works) have been added to the virtual leaves of this folio.

Recent Additions

Surrounded and alone, of both I plaine,
Nor wanting either, yet here bayde remaine,
To humoure semblaunce when sholde truth prevele;
But honesty and grace to few appele,
Nor faithfulnesse when fleeting bond might faine....

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Doves of light are sleeping ‘round the moon
The tree of heaven casts its shadow on the dune
But there is no rival for the way your hair is strewn
 
The clouds below the stars make a veil of the light
I pray you think of...

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V1
 
Boughes grown lanky
My neglect frees the maple
Umber banners trail
Would you take down your jet hair
If I turned my eyes away
 
V2
 
Boughes grown lanky
My neglect frees the maple
...

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Worthy sons and daughters of Anuket,
Do not store all your incense and oils
your necklaces and net dresses up
Solely for use in the necropolis.
 
Burn the oil now, drape yourself in lapis
and eat a pharoah’s fine...

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Bryn Madoc's children, purple and gold
Covered in glory when stories are told
We'll take the black road, we'll take the white road
We'll take the south road that leads us to war
 
Son of Bryn Madoc, doughty and strong...

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From the Collection

I’ll not call these the best days of my life,
Though I am young and fair for all to see.
The blush of youth still colors your new wife,
But well I know that won’t forever be.
As I adore the silver in your hair,
I’ll have my beauty deepen in your eyes.
As my love grows for you with growing care,
I’ll have you see my beauty grow more wise.
With silver hair cascading down my back,
My face a relic of a million smiles,
I think for beauty I will...

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Who's Who

Jonathan Blackbow of Atlantia

Jonathan Blackbow is a fighter, poet, and occasional autocrat in the Kingdom of Atlantia. He currently resides in the Barony of the Sacred Stone.