Gateway to the Classics: In the Days of the Guild by Louise Lamprey
 
In the Days of the Guild by  Louise Lamprey

Concealed Weapons

The tiniest weed that blooms in fallow ground

Arms all its children for the battle-field.

Its myriad warriors weapon'd cap-a-pie

Swarm forth upon the land. The bursting pods

Their elfin shrapnel scatter far and wide.

Aerial scouts on downy pinions flit,

And awns prick lancet-wise, and clutching burs

Grapple the fleeces of the wandering sheep,

Invade the farm-lands and possess the soil.


The curse of Eden falling on the flowers

Drove them to self-defense and made the world

One vast weed-garden. Yea, more dreadful still,

Buried within the heart of many a plant

Lie deadly drops of poisonous essences,

Nightshade and spearwort, aconite and poppy,

That slay more swift and sure than tempered steel.


The least of little folk, or soon or late,

May by such hidden terrors rule the great.

The least of little folk, unseen, unknown,

May find that saving strength is theirs alone.


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