Sample Poems

Featured on the site are  poems I have written over the past few years, to give you a flavour of what I do!  All names have been changed.

The Ruthin Romance

 

This is a tale of two hearts entwined,

of a knight and his lady who one day would find,

That oft cupid's arrow is guided by fate,

and the truest of lovers is well worth the wait.

 

Sir Robert the Gallant did travel the nation,

installing thatched rooves with improved insulation.

One day, 'pon his travels he heard a sweet voice,

with a pretty Welsh lilt, his accent of choice.

 

The voice did belong to a maiden most fair,

who possessed  a sweet face and lustrous blond hair.

Yet she wore not a dress but a man's shirt and hose,

when she climbed 'pon a roof, the knight's eyebrows arose.

 

The world of thatched roofing seemed suddenly hollow,

Sir Rob knew at once 'twas his heart he must follow.

This pretty welsh maid seemed a heavenly match,

a true gift from God, a young maid who could thatch!

 

As the lady descended Sir Rob took his chance,

he hoped she'd respond to chivalric romance!

"My lady," he said, "would'st thou care for some mead?"

The welsh maiden smiled and said softly, "indeed."

 

They shared conversation and a goblet of mead,

who could predict where this friendship would lead?

Upon that encounter 'tween knight and fair maid,

the firmest foundations of true love were laid.

 

In Sarah-Lynne's eyes this knight was a charmer,

who'd look most appealing when dressed in full armour.

It seemed that they shared the same humour and wit,

before long the fires of passion were lit!

 

Sir Rob was an expert at wielding a lance,

he was skilled in the practise of courtly romance.

A champion jouster of local renown,

he captained the jousters of Hereford town.

 

His love, Sarah-Lynne, was a maiden of action,

to gallop at speed gave her great satisfaction.

To climb every mountain, ford every stream

and one day to fly, was this brave lady's dream!

 

And yet Sarah-Lynne had one ladylike passion,

her closet of shoes, all the latest in fashion.

For every occasion she'd a suitable pair,

and hours were spent wondering which ones to wear.

 

And so knight and maid set up business together,

installing thatched rooves in fair and foul weather.

Their love grew in strength and they set up a home,

Rob's sword collection had a room of its own!

 

Then one day Sir Robert did fall 'pon one knee,

and ask his good lady, "wilt thou marry me?"

She said, "would this marriage require a new dress?

for if so, the answer is certainly yes!

 

Soon plans were afoot for a great celebration,

and guests were invited from throughout the nation.

The bride rode a snowy white steed and was led,

to Ruthin Castle, where she would be wed.

 

Aaron and Chris wore their best shirt and hose,

when they entered the castle, to their feet the guests rose.

Vows were exchanged and sealed with a kiss,

and the guests raised their goblets to true wedded bliss.

 

Thus bride and groom did depart hand in hand,

and journeyed together by sea and by land.

To Cape Town they travelled, and saw wondrous sights,

then enjoyed first class jousting by world renowned knights!

 

Upon their return Sarah-Lynne did share,

the news that in time a sweet babe she would bear.

Baby Robin was born, a handsome young boy,

and the house was soon filled with much laughter and joy.

 

Today is the day when you both celebrate,

the love you encountered upon that first date.

As you renew the vows that you made,

though time advances and memories fade,

 

Love fadeth not, love endures forever,

and like a thatched roof, can withstand any weather.

Who could have guessed that roof insulation,

could lead to this day of great celebration!

 

So let's raise a goblet to many years more,

for yours is a love that was worth waiting for!


The Romance of Delgatie 

Castle

 

 Sir Grahame was born only nine days apart,

from the lady who one day would capture his heart.

He was born in Banff town, to a family of farmers,

not very far from Lady Wynne Chalmers.

 

The teenage Sir Grahame was quiet and coy,

he was fair-haired and handsome, a fine blue-eyed boy.

At school Lady Wynne caught the young Grahame's eye,

but he dared not approach her, for he was too shy.

 

For several years their paths did not meet,

but one fateful day, as Wynne crossed the street,

she recognised Grahame wearing naught but his hose.

her face did grow pink and her eyebrows arose!


The young man was handsome, his figure was fine,

he possessed deep blue eyes with a lustrous shine.

But Lady Wynne knew that the timing was wrong,

for alas, to another her heart did belong.

 

Twenty years passed and their lives grew apart,

yet Sir Grahame kept memories of Wynne in his heart.

One day as he stood in the local town shoppe,

Lady Wynne entered, his heart did near stop!

 

At first it appeared she did not recognise,

this handsome young fellow with shiny blue eyes.

She  wended her way t'ward the back of the queue,

'Twas then that Wynne spotted the man she once knew.

 

The sounds of the shoppe grew muted and dim,

as Grahame drew close and Wynne edged towards him.

The air was suffused with the scent of romance,

could  the timing be right, was this Grahame's chance?


But as he gazed deep into Lady Wynne's eyes,

two little children appeared by her side.

"I bid you farewell," smiled Wynne, as she left.

leaving Sir Grahame alone and bereft.

 

The path to true love rarely runs true and straight,

and thus did Sir Grahame determine to wait.

 He knew that to Wynne his heart didbelong,

and hoped that he'd see her again before long.

 

Five long years later, Wynne did decide

to purchase a steed, for she loved a good ride,

As she stood by a field admiring a horse,

who should appear? 'Twas Sir Grahame of course!

 

"Good morrow!" he cried, "what a pleasant surprise!"

Lady Wynne smiled, gazing into his eyes.

"Well met my Lord,  dost thou work 'pon this farm?"

He nodded and flashed her a smile full of charm.


A little while later, a friend came to tea,

and declared Lady Wynne was now single and free.

Sir Grahame's  heart leapt for joy at this news,

now he must act, for he'd nothing to lose.

 

He suggested to Wynne that with  friends they should meet,

for a  goblet of wine and a morsel to eat.

The evening was merry, with plentifulmead,

who could predict where this friendship would lead?

 

As the evening grew late and  friends did depart,

Sir Grahame decided to follow his heart.

He said, "Lady Wynne, woulds't thoujoin me alone,

for a drink in the tavern, and a nightcap at home?"

 

"Indeed," replied Wynne, for the timing 

seemed right,

and  they walked to the pub 'neath the moon's silver light.

That night, the air crackled with pent up desire,

as the couple shared wine by a warm cosy fire.

 

As he walked home that night, in his heart Grahame knew,

that one day his dream to wed Wynne, may come true.

A bright shooting star lit the  dark sky above,

so a wish he did make,  to marry his love.


 Now, Lady Wynne lived a full happy life,

but harboured no plans to become someone's wife.

And yet, her new love had so captured her heart,

that she could not imagine them being apart.


 They spoke of the future, and hoped they would marry,

but both of them felt for a time theyshould tarry.

Wynne's sister announced her engagement in June,

'twas then that Wynne realised, she yearned to wed soon.

 

They travelled to Turkey in the heat of July,

and whilst they were there, a gold ring they did buy.

The beautiful ring did to Wynne's eyeappeal,

'twas a sign of their love, which marriage would seal.


A  year doth pass  quickly, and one Autumn night,

our couple were dining by soft candlelight.

Wynne said, "My Lord, I know it is late,

but I've something to show you, which simply won't wait."

 

To Delgatie Castle her love she did guide,

and 'pon their arrival, they were welcomed inside.

To the strum of the lute and the scent 

of the rose,Lady Wynne Chalmers did marriagepropose.

 

And so our romance doth draw near an end,

with this wonderful gathering of family and friends.

'Tis a joyous occasion when two lives unite,

and a ring seals the marriage of lady and knight.

 

Grahame and Wynne, may your love burn as bright

as the radiant star Grahame saw, that first night.

Born days apart, who then would have guessed,

that together you'd find, 'true love at its best.'


Copywright Anna Whitehouse 2014


The ballad of Richard and 

Tess

(A Warwick Castle wedding)

Tess

Our tale doth begin ‘pon a cold Monday night,

in the tavern I sat, sipping mead by firelight,

When a fair-haired young gentleman strode through the door,

and the night did not seem quite so dull anymore.


 Rich

My eyes did alight ‘pon this charming young wench,

so I took up a seat on a rough wooden bench,

She had long golden tresses, her eyes sparkled, bright,

‘twas then that I knew, it was my lucky night.

 

Tess

His features were pleasing, his figure was fine,

I knew that this handsome young man must be mine.

He asked, “prithee young maid, would’st thou care for some mead?”

I was quite tied of tongue, so I whispered, “indeed.”


Rich

Cupid, it seemed, had shot a true dart,

and his arrow had pierced the depths of my heart.

We did flee the dull tavern, and by light of the moon,

I strummed ‘pon my lute, a romantic tune.


 Tess

Our new love grew stronger, no more was I lonely,

for Richard was mine, I had eyes for him only.

We took lodgings together, our lives we did share,

and in time, two sweet bonny babes did I bear.


 Rich

With the clamour of children our home did resound,

then the meowing of cats, and the bark of a hound.

In the day I would toil in my gardener’s boots,

in the eve, I would strum gentle tunes ‘pon the lute.


Tess

While I helped my family, butcher’s by trade,

and the townsfolk all knew that our pies were handmade.

At home we were busy, with two mouths to feed,

but at night, we’d find time for a goblet of mead.


 Rich

For many a year we did live a good life,

but I knew that one day, I would’st make Claire my wife.

After fourteen long years, did I fall ‘pon one knee,

And ask my good lady if she’d marry me.


Tess

I replied, “would this marriage require a new dress,

for if so, the answer is certainly yes!”

And so, we are here in the castle of Warwick,

a building magnificent, grand and historic.


Rich

The tale of our romance doth draw near an end,

with this wonderful gathering of family and friends.

Tess, thou ‘art a vision in silver and white,

and my shiny new codpiece awaits you, tonight!.

 

Tess

We thank all our friends, and our family so dear,

for travelling cross land and cross sea to be here.

Behold the fine ladies in beautiful robes,

and the men dressed in fashionable tunic and hose.


 Rich

To our families, you’ve helped us in so many ways,

we thank you, for making this our special day.

Love promised today, is love promised forever,

and as some would say, better later, than never.


 Tess & Richard

So please, raise a toast, to love and long life,

For Richard and Tess, are now husband and wife!


Copyright Anna Whitehouse 2011



The Ballad of Laurilee and Jermaine

Our tale doth begin with a pretty young lass,

in the tavern she worked, serving mead by the glass.

Young Laurilee's smile was radiant and sweet,

as each new arrival with warmth she did greet.


Not an hour had passed when a suitor did try,

to catch lady Laurilee's pretty young eye.

She approached the fellow, upon him to wait,

he smiled most politely and asked for a date.


Stocky of build with a confident air,

to Laurilee's eye he resembled a bear!

Jehane was good humoured, with a laugh deep and hearty,

he was oft to be found at a feast or a party.


The scent of romance did suffuse the stale air,

love bloomed o'er a dish of Italian fayre.

It seemed Cupid's bow had shot a true dart,

Lauilee and Jermaine were both smitten of heart.


The lovers' thoughts turned t'wards learning a skill,

thus Laurilee tended to folk who were ill.

Jermaine's trade demanded he soon must depart,

but love kept the couple from growing apart.


When Laurilee journeyed to visit Jermaine,

their first embrace proved that their love did not wane.

Indeed, 'twas not long before gossip ran wild,

that Laurilee soon would'st give birth to a child.


Thus Caden was born, bringing much love and joy,

Jermaine was most proud of his new baby boy.

So he returned home and new plans did share,

to begin a small shoppe where they'd sell simple fayre.


A fish shoppe soon followed, for business grew well,

the family coffers continued to swell.

yet though Jermaine knew he's a life of pure nliss,

in the depths of his heart, there was one thing amiss.


He possessed a sweet babe and a most pleasant life,

now he knew he must make Laurilee his good wife.

And so by the sea a chef did prepare,

a supper of sushi for the lovers to share.


A ring of pure gold in the fish he would hide,

in the hope that his lover would soon be his bride.

Little did Sherilee know as she ate,

that a wondrous discovery was hid 'pon her plate!


As she placed 'tween her lips a fresh salmon rose,

she bit 'pon the ring and Jermaine did propose.

Laurilee gasped as Jermaine bent one knee,

and asked his beloved, "would'st thou marry me?"


And so we are met 'pon this day of great cheer,

there''ll be much celebration and supping of beer.

As vows are exchanged joining husband and wife,

let us all raise a toast to a long wedded life!


And as feasting begins, raise your glasses once more,

for this family of three, will soon become four!


The Mysterious Minstrel of  Nice

Written for a medieval wedding held in France


 Our tale begins with a sweet crème brulee,

served at the Duke of Nice’s birthday.

For the Duke did adore feasts and great celebrations,

he oft hosted gatherings of friends and relations.

 

Betrothed to the Duke, Lady Bridle of Nice,

tapped her spoon on the table for talking to cease.

She announced, “Let the troubadours take to the floor!”

The party of guests gave a thunderous roar.

 

Lady Bridle of Nice rolled her eyes in despair,

for she’d spent many hours seated on this same chair.

First to the floor came a sprightly young chap,

dressed in bright purple with feather in cap.

 

Lady Bridle tried not to appear very bored,

‘twas a welcome surprise when he swallowed a sword.

Then on came a fellow who played on a lute,

and impressed with some tumbles, thenjuggled with fruit.

 

Next, came a minstrel, fair-haired, dark of eye,

who spoke not a word, he was handsome but shy.

He held a strange drum upon which he beat,

Soon, the Great Hall resounded with tapping of feet.

 

The rhythm did alter, the beat gathered pace,

Lady Bridle appeared very pink in the face,

For the young dark-eyed minstrel beside her did stand,

she offered her freshly French-manicured hand.

 

“Would you do me the honour, my good Lady Bridle?”

Our heroine blushed, but towards him did sidle.

As they walked to the floor, he moved closer to hold her,

it seemed his dark eyes with desire did smoulder.

 

Our heroine whispered, “From whence do you come?”

I have never seen such an unusual drum!”

“My lady, though French, I’m of strong Scottish stock,

this drum I play comes from the land of the loch.

 

One day I will wed in my family kilt,

return to the croft which my grandfather built.

My children will run free and breathe country air,

but first I must find me a wife, rich and fair.

 

The world of the Great Hall seemed suddenly hollow,

Lady Bridle knew then ‘twas her heart she must follow.

Of castle and court she had had quite enough,

No more of the smooth, it was time for the rough!

  

“Sir take me to Scotland, and I’ll be your wife,

For I crave mountain air and a simpler life,

I will dress as a servant, escape in the night,

we’ll elope on my horse then by boat we’ll take flight.”

 

Our young handsome minstrel could hardly refuse,

he had plenty to gain and nothing to lose!

Together they rode, braving seas in wild weather,

‘til they came to the land of mountain and heather.

 

They lived by a loch, eating freshly caught fish,

and despite thinking haggis an unusual dish;

Lady Bridle missed little of France, but the wine,

though as a replacement, the whisky was fine.

 

And so ends our tale of a Scottish romance,

but though it may seem we’ve departed from France,

On days when the mountains seem misty and grey,

our lovers enjoy eating sweet crème brulee.


Copyright Anna Whithouse 2012 


The Merryhill Marriage


  Our tale doth begin, with a dark-haired wench,

who sat in a tavern upon a rough bench.

Her eyes were ablaze with the fire of ambition,

yes, young Sarah Bache  was a wench with a mission!

 

Sir Nicholas Tall was a chivalrous knight,

Sarah noticed his glow ‘neath a halo of light.

She wore a smile that would melt any man,

for her mind was devising a most cunning plan.

 

Now these were the days long before mobile phone,

when a message was writ upon parchment alone.

Sarah Bache took her quill and started to write,

“My dear friend Beth Taylor, I’ve found you a knight!

 

Sir Nicholas is taking a leisurely smoke,

he looks like a Lord in white tights and blue cloak

He’s both handsome and tall and your type of man,

so prepare to depart just as quick as you can!”

 

Ms Bache sent her letter by galloping steed,

and her friend  whooped with glee when the note she did read.

Lady Beth Taylor prepared her best carriage,

her thoughts swiftly turning to courtship and marriage!

 

That first fateful meeting of Lady and Knight,

was suffused with an air of romantic delight.

Said the knight, “Do you oft enjoy mead in this place?

for you possess a most kind and most beautiful face!”

 

The sounds of the tavern grew muted and dim,

as he strode towards her, and she edged close to  him.

Lady Beth had the power to allure and entrance,

to the strum of the lute they did share their first dance

 

That spark of attraction ignited a blaze,

and the speed of this romance did town’s folk amaze.

Many joys and adventures were soon shared together,

they travelled to Cuba, to enjoy fairer weather.

 

Now Arandale Castle was spacious for two,

and at once, both Sir Nicholas and his lady knew,

That they’d adopt children, to share in their joy,

a beautiful  girl and a handsome young boy.

 

Soon the corridors echoed with laughter and noise,

made by two bonny children and their many toys.

Then the church bells did peal, telling friends and relations,

that plans were afoot for some great celebrations!

 

Lady Lorna, with love, sewed a white wedding gown,

there was to-ing and fro-ing in Arandale town!

Now the bride stands before us, in dark blue and white,

her husband doth smile, his new tooth gleaming bright.

 

Melissa and David both wish you delight,

and as vows are exchanged between Lady and Knight,

May your dreams be fulfilled as you build a new life

in our family castle, as husband and wife.

 

One day in the future, a home may we make,

a new Castle near Kingston, beside yonder lake,

Now all that remains for those with us to say,

is three cheers and may this be your special day!

 
Copyright Anna Whitehouse 2011










 


 














 







 














 



































 






 

 
 













 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 


 



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