Our Lady of the Harbour

Our Lady of the Harbour

A Poem by Neville
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No kidding, it only seems like yesterday.....

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Our Lady of the Harbour

 

Should I call thee

Joan or Jean

My lady of Orleans

He screamed

Or maybe should I

Call thee mistress

Of the harbour

Since twas across

The very length

Of our fine battlefield

So green she rode

Naked

Minus both her

Shield and sword

 

Yes twas there she

Blushed most chaste

Before the hoard  

Tho modesty was

Saved of course

Since she was

Mounted sideways

Pon her horse

Aye there she sat

Draped in the cross

Of good Saint George

Our lady swore

Tho quiet of course

She could not

Gallop any bloody faster

 

And so upon retreat

A sure sign of our defeat

Us men of war

Thanked heaven for

The galleons anchored

Both offshore and

For those moored in

The harbour

Although for Joan or Jean

It did no good since she

Was placed atop a pile o wood

And burned alive

Our lady of Orleans and

Mistress of the harbour  


© 2019 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
I have a funny feeling I was there....

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If you were there you would know that she had visions she would lead the French to victory over the English. The English were defeated and that is probably why she was draped in our flag, to show our humiliation. However, the French didn't do her any favours and sold her back to the English. She was eventually burned at the stake for heresy. All that and only 19 years old. Courageous and determined, with God on her side, so she thought. Thank you Neville for reminding your readers with your lovely poem about the patron Saint of France. I hope you were fighting for the English.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

6 Years Ago

indeed.......
barleygirl

6 Years Ago

Thanks to Chris for providing great background details in her review, which prompted me to research .. read more
Neville

6 Years Ago

Am smiling here Margie, am probably gonna be smiling now till I hit the sack.. it has been a long da.. read more



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Nice use of history used in these words. Joan or Jean would appreciate being remembered. Thank you Neville for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy this one.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

6 Years Ago

Bless ya Johnnie C for a visit more than just appreciated.... Cheers, Neville
Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

You are welcome my friend.
You are a clever story teller. It is beautifully woven into this interesting poem. Nicely done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

6 Years Ago

tis fundamentally true .. I just added a galleon or two... many thank you's my good friend.. N :)
If you were there you would know that she had visions she would lead the French to victory over the English. The English were defeated and that is probably why she was draped in our flag, to show our humiliation. However, the French didn't do her any favours and sold her back to the English. She was eventually burned at the stake for heresy. All that and only 19 years old. Courageous and determined, with God on her side, so she thought. Thank you Neville for reminding your readers with your lovely poem about the patron Saint of France. I hope you were fighting for the English.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

6 Years Ago

indeed.......
barleygirl

6 Years Ago

Thanks to Chris for providing great background details in her review, which prompted me to research .. read more
Neville

6 Years Ago

Am smiling here Margie, am probably gonna be smiling now till I hit the sack.. it has been a long da.. read more

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Added on February 7, 2019
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Neville

Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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