The Chronicles of Sir George of Mottram

one of my passion is writing, both poetry and short stories.My short stories are based on historical fact. this one's about the Battle of Hastings ,Oct. 14 1066.The name came out the ashes...Mottram

• History
• Poetry
• Action and Adventure

								
Kristine
Met at a glance
Held tightly…in dance
Your voice…inside of me
Whispers…kiss me…hold me… hug me
Gently kissing…soft kisses…returned
Hugs…returned
Sent to Heaven…alive

Does Life…transcend time…space?
It must!
You are my Queen…I your champion 
Hair lightly salted 
Skilled with lance and sword honor in death
Worse than death …You would turn away
Leaving the heart, you gave me…Cold
The Whispers…silent: Soft kisses…no more
I would not Love…from dawn to dusk 
Till my bones turn to dust

Called to service by my King: Edward the First, commissioned to
Become a Knight of the Realm
In battle from sunrise until sunset, our army defeated!
 Chapter Two
Weary of battle:

Body…severely wounded
Spirit…broken
Memory…weakened
Tormented …faces of battle who visit in the moonlight
They are once again alive 
Each night… the sounds of morning
The cries of pain…and those of help
Seeing them without legs…hands…heads
When walking among the dead …slipping 
Falling to the ground…rivers of blood 
Flowing in the crevices of the ground 
Their bodies bloating in the sunlight 
I myself falling to the ground a number of times
I awake… being alive… not knowing…why?
Chapter Three 
The Recovery
Awaking once more…seeing bedding next to me …neat and clean 
My dressings cling…painful when I move
Hearing chanting in the early morning 
Looking out from my window …Monks in procession, chanting to Prayer
Sounds of tenderness and tranquil 
In the evening, chanting once again 
They say its deep sleep without sleep 
They would teach me their technique 
In order to heal sooner …faces of battle would not come as 
Often …putting me in peaceful place
To do this when the sun awakes  
When the Moon shines 
To be at peace at the end of the day
 
 
I saw a garden from the window 
Trees I’ve seen change in their color, green of Summer to the gems of Autumn and Standing bare in the cold
It is Spring, the birds have returned  
Plants coming back to life 
I’ll get a chance to walk in the gardens soon L hope, walking slowly, Each step a challenge 
If I could walk in the gardens, slowly as I Have been, the joy of Hearing the love birds Singing their songs and the bees buzzing from Flower to flower, butterflies occupy the sky
There are other gardens, those that bear Fruit
Others, vegetables and herbs 
As the Monks work…others make music from Their flutes …the birds Sing Chorus  
No one goes destitute, they provide not only for Themselves but help the villagers with What they Need  
They make excellent wine and ale that is Dark
Which I love  
I know I’ve been here longer than I should
Too peaceful to want to leave 
Walking much better with each step, helping the Monks with their Work, becoming rewarding 
Earning my keep 
Knowing there will be a time, I must leave
To embrace the outside world in which I came 
Until that moment: my heart would be filled with gratitude
With their care and prayer

Chapter Four: Saying goodbye  

It’s time to leave … Monks had said to me
My wounds are healed …should you stay 
I would become…one of Them
Not ever to leave…wanting to
Stay
To serve Our Lord in Heaven
Never to forget …the charity and generosity and their teachings
Perfume filling the air when the
Wind blows across the gardens
Those moments in my heart…always
I leave in the morning!
Chapter Five: Home coming
It is on this sunrise that I rise to leave 
Gathering my things with a heavy heart
The monks already in prayer 
Would not see me off…there are no goodbyes 
As I ride through the Gates a plaque, standing along…” Peace be With You”
Coming upon a hill, looking back …Village surrounded by trees, hills And valleys
The monastery in the center 
Knowing my journey would be long
Hopefully without distress  
Riding beneath the jewels of the sky, time to rest
Sleeping until the Sun is smiling …praying for another safe day
My provisions given by the Monks are in Low 
Supply…must find somewhere to resupply 
Being on the road for days, now noticing salt in the air coming down From the hills, a path
Leading to a village along the coast  
Its name…The Village of Jean
Their fishing boats are docked and nets out to dry 
Friendly they are in their greeting …asking me to stay …to this I Say…I would stay 
Dinner time, menu: Lobster and Shrimp
Other sea food, acquiring the taste of 
I would stay for a little while 
The Sea making soothing and peaceful sounds to sleep  
When the sunlight enters my room, I awake 
Refreshed, ready to face the day  
Tanking long walks along the beach 
Rocky sentinels …protecting The Village of Jean from the anger of the Wind … blowing off the Sea 
Wind blowing though my hair and the taste of the salt 
Time to continue on my way, the villagers have given me enough provisions to continue my Journey
Heading towards the mountains on this fifth Day
Chapter Six: The Forest
The villagers of Jean have told stories about occurring Disappearance…tales of 
Monsters frozen in stone…caves where Witches lived 
Some call it The Dark Forest
If that is the shortest way, so be it I say to myself  
I’ll be out before dark 
They say, the forest tries to enchant passers buy, by changing
The seasons before their time
Now … the leaves are losing their luster, brown and on the Ground…breeze cold rustling the branches 
Soon I would stop and rest to eat my biscuits 
With wine, allowing my horse to rest as the night movies in
There will not be moonlight
Making a firelight… to keep warm

The firelight all in ash
Sun light piercing through the branches 
Crows singing to one another welcoming a new day
I believe to be the fourth, fifth day? 
Riding until mid-day, a clearing I came upon…in my amazement wild flowers of every color, all of their perfume filling the air 
I must stop here, giving my horse time to rest, feed on the luscious Grass 
As I walk along…butterflies, dragonflies
Hummingbirds fly all around performing Their dances…such color In the sky
Suddenly a gleam…like the sun shing off the water, gold dust Floating all around me
A fairy looking at me…Almond shape eyes
Auburn hair with red highlights, thick and long…capturing smile …saying to me “I Sprinkle gold dust to show you the way-out voice Sweet and soft 
“When you see gold dust on the trail, that’s The way to go”. As Suddenly as she appeared, she disappeared, totally covered … Gold Dust
Another day has come upon me, in disbelieve of the events of the day Trying to make sense of it. I believe to be the fifth day.
Has I ride the trail, until the moon begins to awake, a stream I did See, telling myself to rest for the night.
As I gather firewood and prepare to sleep, singing in the distance 
I ask myself, is this another scheme of the Forest?
I haste towards the music, slowly not making any sound
In my amazement, I gazed upon four beautiful women each of them
With different beauty.
Their fire not of wood but of lighting bugs from the ground to the Height of their faces, flashing on and off in unison revealing their Beauty, the first: rosy complexion, eyes large and bright blue, Wearing dark blue grown with a golden sash at the waste, her hair Long and Braided interlaced with gold ribbon well passed her hips

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