Battle at the Ford

Under the willows
didn't I see Darag
armed and alone
defending his people.

Beside the ford
didn't I see Darag
battle-ready
arming with spears.

Into the rushing stream
didn't I see Darag
pride of Oriel
rushing with weapons.

Deep in the water
didn't I see Darag
the fearless warrior
slaying the champions.

Out in the flood's heart
didn't I see Darag
tears on his face
killing his companion.

Wild-eyed and weary
didn't I see Darag
black blood his garment,
mourning his enemies.

Jo Walton, March 2001, Swansea. Do read and enjoy this poem but do not reproduce it in any way without permission