on the feast of St Simeon, we set sail for Flanders
bundles of light wool our good ship held
for the markets there. Celebration in the air
to flanders the wealth of the world wound its way
Our fortunes set on all being fair.
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Upon the prompt today, a quadrille using the word ‘fair’ i found myself wanting to include as many of the miriad meanings as i could cram into a mere 44 words. Hardly able to address each in turn, this picture began to emerge. (emergence being another theme of the day’s work for me). Many of Linda’s definitions originated in the middle ages, of which i have a great love. Fair weather is that which is good for sailing, which lead me to the Oseberg ship, and thence on to Cogs which were necessary to the commerce between England and the continent. And so on. I hope you enjoyed my quadrille. Here is the prompt https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/15/quadrille-140-lets-go-to-the-fair/ Come join us in the pub. and if you fancy the intricacies of the wool trade, look here: https://www.medievalists.net/2011/01/the-wool-trade-in-english-medieval-history/ Please note that the feast day of st simeon would probably not have been a good sail, not line up with the faires in flanders. The alliteration was too juicy to deny.
Well worded! Being of an ‘aughdntic’ style and flavour I mean .. will read about this…has a Hanseatic feel…
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oh goodness I meant ‘authentic’
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thank you. a little research goes a long way it seems.
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The word fair works well to conjure such a journey. (K)
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Thanks, it really folded in on itself many times to get to this.
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Nicely done.
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Thank you Linda. thanks for the prompt, you see how often i write without them… 😦
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Lovely. Conjures all the hopes and ambitions of the merchants whose fortunes depend on this journey.
pax,
dora
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there was quite an ebb and flow to it all, too. England eventually started making her own fabrics, cutting out the middleman
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Well, hopefully a piece of fortune will play fair. Life has a way of unbalancing the scale.
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I like the historic reflections in this poem… All the worlds wealth sailing for France.
Your poem also took me to the beaches of Normandy on D-Day as well. The metaphors could apply there!
Well done Eric.
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aye that was something indeed. You were there?! wow! i can’t imagine…
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No I was not there… that ways before my time!
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Eric, this is so elegantly written – it really feels to me like looking at a piece of art hanging on the wall.
❤
David
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thank you so much david. it seems that a lot of my stuff is that sort of portraiture…
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I love how you captured so much history in this, Eric, as well as the prompt word. 😀 That wool trade was so important. Coincidentally, I was watching something about recreating the dress of the woman in van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait, and how it was made from a very expensive special type of English wool fabric that caught the light when draped.
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that is an amazing painting! thanks Merril!
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You’re welcome, Eric!
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Loved this piece, a rich tale! 🙂
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It does have a middle ages feel, and I could feel the excitement for the travel and the markets. Cool.
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I love the reference to medieval shipping, and the growing of trade, obviously a lot in common with the ships between Sweden and the continent as well (we are a peninsula, but the road around is far too long)
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oh that is along long road indeed! i’d expect none too passable in winter, either
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I already loved this, but then your comment about alliteration being “too juicy to deny” was even better. 🙂
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Thank you De
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This is absolutely OUTSTANDING! I so love the way you weave history through this one 😀
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