The party trips towards Samson isle, enjoying a story from Coo en route :>o
As is customary for our story-poems, Coo distributes virtual popcorn :>) (and drinks too)



Samson story

'South of Bryher,' chirped Coo, 'is another fine isle,
   Enys Samson its full Cornish name;
total area equals well under one mile
   yet it lacks not for beauty and fame.'

'It is pretty!' the St Mary's mossops agreed,
   'and we like its two roundily hills.'
'Those are called North and South,' dear Coo uttered at speed,
   'warm at base but up top fraught with chills.'

'And its fame, Coo?' asked FT; Coo nodded her head
   as the sea-ship approached Samson's bay.
'Well, a grim giant lived here, or so I have read
   during library hours today.'

'Yay, a giant!' the mossops cheered, merry again;
   'Will you tell us the story, dear Coo?'
And Coo took out her notebook, with chain-attached pen
   that wrote mostly in brilliant blue.

'Once upon a time long ago, there lived a knight
   and he answered to Tristan, did he;
muchly muscled, yet on his feet lithesome and light,
   he was fit as a young man could be.

'He was one of the knights of King Arthur, in fact,
   who were taskered with keeping the peace
and oft talked at Round Table with wisdom and tact,
   eating cakes cooked in golden-gage grease.'

'That sounds yummy!' The mossops rock-rolled side to side.
   'Very pleasant!' FT thought to add.
'So they were,' Coo confirmed, 'even better when fried,
   and quite certainly no passing fad.

'Anyhoo, at the time there had come to the coast
   of our Cornwall a gigantic man;
he was Irish, a warrior, so he did boast,
   and his skin tone was not at all tan.

'It is writ that this giant-man ravaged the land,
   trampling crops, killing sheep, white and black,
local farmers established a thousand-fold band
   but they could not prevent the attack.

'So they took up the matter with Cornwall's King Mark,
   who asked Arthur to help, if he could,
Arthur sent his knight Tristan, tall, handsome, and dark,
   hair well wrapped in a heroic hood.'

'We should like to wear hoods,' mused the mossops at that.
   'But of course,' Coo acknowledged their wish;
'Well, good Tristan arrived in a hood and a hat
   and he brandished a super-sword – swish!'

The small colombine waved her wing; FT said, 'Wow!'
   'Yes indeed; and the farmers were glad,'
Coo continued, 'for that day they'd lost hundred-cow
   and the slaughters were making them mad.

'They had seen that the giant had set up his home
   upon Samson, between the two mounds,
so off sailed our knight Tristan through sea froth and foam
   to the shadowy-shade battlegrounds.

'It is writ that the giant was waiting ashore
   when our Tristan's own sea-ship rode in,
shouting threats at the hero in terrible roar,
   all the while looking pallid of skin.

'But our brave knight alighted on Samson's pale sands
   with his super-sword clenched in his fist.
"I shall crush thee and flay thee with mine horrid hands!"
   Giant shouted – well, that was the gist.

'Yet as giant-man rushed at the knight, ghastly tall,
   he tripped up on a white Scilly seal
and he sprawled on the beach – an inelegant fall
   in the midst of his murderous zeal.'

'Yay, the seal!' Thus the mossops made rowdy refrain.
   'Very much so!' the colombine cooed,
'for our knight stuck his sword in the helpless foe's brain
   and said, "That is the end of you, dude!"'

'Is that writ?' asked FT. 'Yes, 'tis here in my book,'
   Coo explained, 'in incredible ink
beside nature notes, jottings, and things I could cook
   such as strawberry-sweet pudding-pink.

'It is writ that Knight Tristan felt such grateful love
   for the seal, that he married her there.
And he called her Isolde,' concluded the dove,
   'on account of her blonden-fair hair.'

'Well, dear Coo, what a beautiful tale you have told!'
   FT smiled while the mossops gave cheer,
and the skies over Samson glowed glorious gold
   as the ever-svelte sea-ship drew near.




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Written on 2018-09-11 at 19:29

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
We have never heard such a tale of T & I, and loved it all the more for it.

We particularly enjoyed the imagery of Samason's two roundily hills, and muchly muscled Tristan: tall, handsome and dark (though lithesome and light).

We are equally happy that all ended well (never in doubt); though . . . we wonder, oh, never mind, they be husband and wife, details don't matter.

Now, to the strawberry sweet pudding ~~~
2018-09-12


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
PS: Our image is 'Scilly Seal' by Tim Allsop :>)
2018-09-11