"Charles the Bold" by Rogier van der Weyden‘The Curse of Charles the Bold’ by Morgan Downs The Society April 30, 2018 Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Charles the Bold was the last independent Duke of Burgundy. Killed at the Battle of Nancy by the Swiss, his realm was partitioned in subsequent decades by France and by the ascendant House of Habsburg, setting in motion the principle lines of conflict in northwest Europe for subsequent history. Beside his pale flowers lies Bold Burgundy; The halberds, all rusted, refuse to salute, The cavalier shadows are hastening to flee, The spur flickers dull, and the trumpet is mute. The battlements crumble at once from the strain, Barbarians pour in through the widening crease, And from South of Dijon to the Channel’s refrain, Usurpers partition the Crest and the Fleece. But they cannot find the last remnant of Charles, Nor his breath could they capture that rides on the blast, And the caged Belgian Lion that captively snarls Shall be breathed into rampantest freedom at last! A version of this poem appeared in Trinacria Issue 17 Morgan Downs is a poet in his 20s living in Massachusetts. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses E. V. "Beth" Wyler April 30, 2018 Beautiful! You are very talented. I loved reading your poem. Reply Fr. Richard Libby April 30, 2018 Well done! Reply David Hollywood April 30, 2018 This like an echo lost in an antique graveyard where we admire the aesthetics yet know nothing of the residents or where they are. Its lovely in its mystery. Thank you. Reply Leo Yankevich April 30, 2018 Bravo! Reply Leo Yankevich May 1, 2018 Your poems (I’ve gone back and read others) are such a joy to the refined ear, their music sublime, dark and deep, hearkening back to the best poems of Swinburne and Yeats. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.