Come May, when snow has gone from Nordmark and day has banished months of cold and dark long hours of sun have worked their magic strong inspiring us to raise our voice in song for roads are clear and safe and dry again.
Now pounding of the drums of war begin at every meal and breaking of the bread do families split and wish their siblings dead on this one point they never can agree: Which side to spread their butter or their brie?
The flat or holey side each will defend yet ‘er they take up arms to rip and rend first must they clean their swords and polish maille sew banners bright and build a chest dove tail.
In every home across the northern land folk pack so much the horse can hardly stand they bring it all; their home away from home to Double Wars, the place to which we roam.
I also entered this poem in the Original Poetry category of the first SCA Bardic War, 2017
The documentation I prepared for that entry: Kareina Talventytär_Prologue to Double Wars.pdf