Baron of the Friday Knights – for Gary Holdaway
You’ve sometimes named yourself astray,
As “warrior”: allayed your mastery
Of harsh old hearts with t-shirt mails,
The martial art of ready meals;
The most blood you have ever spilled
Was onscreen, for some pixels killed.
For I see you not as a Warrior King,
But ennobled of a different thing.
You send a silent silver sword
On friends who crisscross unkind words;
Your scabbard is a long repose
In hazard of them turning foes,
Your summoned brothers to the cause
Of a hundred praise-forgotten wars.
I see you not as a fighting god.
Beneath, I saw a force forgot.
No warrior through great adversity:
You are a bearer of white mercy.
No dagger raise you to the sky:
A flag, in praise of company.
Out there about the leaden hurt
You wear around your head and heart
No sorry piece of naked steel:
Warrior, you are peacemaker still.
On the birthday of my good friend Gary Holdaway, whose blog you can find (and should definitely take a glimpse at) here: https://garyholdaway.wordpress.com/ Entirely personalised: I love writing birthday poems. But yes, Happy Birthday Gary. So much love.