Corvinus
History
books generally ignored
Eastern
Europe’s ethnic kaleidoscope,
But
briefly there shone a Renaissance prince
In
a place ill-suited for the event.
Contending
between Sultan and Kaiser
And
an array of secondary foes
You
continued what your father began;
For
once fortune smiled on Pannonia.
Transient
glory your sad legacy.
Library
scattered to oblivion,
Tomb
desecrated, royal remains lost
Subjects
reduced to drinking “black soup”.
But
once the raven spread powerful wings,
Soaring
over river, mountains, and plains.
Arthur
Turfa is a transplanted Pennsylvanian who enjoys living in the Midlands of
South Carolina. These places and others are reflected in his book, Places
and Times, eLectio Publishing, 2015. His bivocationl career path has given
him a wealth of experience which makes for a rich blend of poetry. Currently a
moderator in three Google+ poetry communities, he is working on a second book.
A very enjoyable read, Arthur, as always! And, as always I had to look up a big word 'Pannonia' - one can always learn something new from your beautiful poems!
ReplyDeleteA very enjoyable read, Arthur, as always! And, as always I had to look up a big word 'Pannonia' - one can always learn something new from your beautiful poems!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Martha. We made Pannonia Magyarorszag (Nation of the Magyars) aka Hungary!
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