Sep15

Henry V at Agincourt
My Pilgrimage to Agincourt.

The day was bright
the wind just right
to visit Agincourt

I faced Harfleur
a King poseur
became a Queen's consort

we walked in pairs
daydreamed affairs
my soul intent to court

I smiled at her
her raconteur
she’s my clamant resort

I pledged my heart
with sophist art
her snub impedes my sport

I fake a tear
resist a sneer
her sundered hands retort

this is the end
of us dear friend
I’ll stray with grand comport

this day now night
my soul contrite
departs from Agincourt

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