Thursday, 2 February 2012

Poetry - Cassivellaunus

Cassivellaunus (Cassi-vell-au-nus) raised his head

A rare wind was blowing across his land

He surveyed all he owned

He saw a lone young servant

Limping across the field

At a fair gait

He was shouting something

It sounded like danger
no

Stranger, maybe both

His long hair blew into his face

As he fell before his chieftain

Catuvellauni (Catu-vell-au-ni) was being threatened

More pagans were coming across the big sea

And moving inland

They were called Row-main

Doubtless after one of their puny gods

Pagans with funny names

Cassivellaunus (Cassi-vell-au-nus) pulled the servants head up by his hair

“How far away are they?

How many? These Row-main?”

And when the servant had answered the chieftain threw his head to the ground

And ordered his death

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