by Johnny Carlton
Copyright 2012 Johnny Giesbrecht
Johnny Carlton is a writer of suspense thrillers available as e-books at www.amazon.com
(This poem is from the novelette, “The Dungeon of Valor Castle,” which is the third story in Johnny Carlton’s book, SWORDPLAY, available as an e-book at www.amazon.com. “Medieval Times” is written as though from the viewpoint of someone living in that era.)
In damp, chilly castles when winter winds blow,
Sit nobles and ladies, pink noses aglow.
The jester froze solid while juggling with money;
The times that we live in are not always funny.
There are blaring trumpets and steeple chimes;
The chimes speak of honor, the trumpets of crimes;
The trumpets are many, but few are the chimes,
And that means we live in evil times.
The peasant must crawl or his head will fall;
He must be content with his life.
While the nobles brawl, for fight do they all–
Oh, we live in a time of bloody strife!
The knight in bright armor fights to stay free,
Yet kneels for a lady and weds her with glee.
Then she kicks him around for the whole world to see.
Oh, we live in a time of great chivalry.
Brave men-at-arms crown every castle tower,
In this great age while knighthood is in flower.
While just below in perfumed chambers fair,
Sit lovely ladies preening at their hair.
And in the feast hall somewhat farther down,
There struts the liege lord in his kingly gown.
His noble friends are there with wine and song,
All faces happy in that brilliant throng.
But pray do delve yet farther down below;
Into the darkness of the dungeon go,
Where prisoners lie and rot for paltry crimes.
For those poor souls these are … the terrible times!