Maiden's Hope

©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



I have watched you many times upon the field of honor
I pronounce your surname better than the heralds do
I know your style I know your stance, your helmet and your armor
I wonder if you've wondered at the way I look at you.

Though not a noble lady, still I am yet a maid
And I have worn my finest gown and flowers in my hair
And wound around my middle is a ribbon I have woven
With the colors of my father and the colors that you wear

Whenever you are weary, you let your shield arm wander
Whenever you are focused, your foe shall fall or yield
You often sit in silent thought when you are not the victor
But I would know your laughter from across the tourney field

Though not a noble lady, still I am yet a maid
And I have worn my finest gown and flowers in my hair
And wound around my middle is a ribbon I have woven
With the colors of my father and the colors that you wear

Though you salute no lady, even now you bear my favor.
No ribbon, ring, or token you can hold or touch or see.
But my love goes where you go, and rejoices in your glories
And wonders if my ardor ever will, requited, be.

Though not a noble lady, still I am yet a maid
And I have worn my finest gown and flowers in my hair
And wound around my middle is a ribbon I have woven
With the colors of my father and the colors that you wear


Eleanor's note: This piece was inspired by a song by Heather Dale. Heather's song addresses the way a fighter feels, and what he might be thinking when he sees his lady on the sidelines. My piece addresses the emotions from the other side.