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