Two Poems by Gary Borck

The Battle of Hastings took place on a hill in Sussex in October 1066. The Anglo-Saxon army, led by King Harold, was defeated by the invading Norman army from Northern France, lead by William the Duke of Normandy, who later became known as William the Conqueror.

In this poem, King Harold is addressing his army, shortly before the battle:

Harold to His Troops Before The Battle of Hastings

Not in the annals of historic lore,
nor a sage’s proclamation of renown,
will your valour find its abiding store,
but in this knoll’s consuming, hallowed ground,
and youth, time will conserve on war spent downs.
Dear last vanguard of our imperilled road,
you’re called to this leaf ditched, nominal mound,
to the eternal watch of an impinged wold.
In life or death, this hillock you will hold!


At the time of The Battle of Hastings in 1066, Edith Swan Neck was King Harold’s concubine and mother of their six surviving children. She arrived at Senlac hill, after the battle, brought by two priests to identify her lover’s body, after he was slain in the battle, in which the Anglo-Saxons were defeated by the invading Normans. She was able to identify Harold’s otherwise unrecognisable, stripped body, by marks, which only one as intimate with King Harold as she was, would have been able to identify.

The poem, below, contains her posthumous remarks to King Harold:

Edith Swan Neck at The Battle of Hastings, Aftermath

Long after your defiled corpse is immersed
in this mound the youth of England has enshrined,
and lore has lost its ardour to rehearse
the valour canonising this incline,
cruel war with its unquenchable design,
will be forsworn on this hillock of gore,
when your floret sprouts through the blood dyed lime,
redeeming its contaminated core,
free of the ill which plagued our Isle’s shores.




Gary Borck is from the UK, retired and living in China. He loves reading and writing poetry, and rambling in natural surroundings. He has been published in The Society of Classical Poets, Sparks of Calliope, Westward Quarterly, Grand Little Things, Littoral and Time of Singing.

And the nominees are…

Best of the Net

Sparks of Calliope nominated six poems for inclusion in the 2025 Best of the Net Anthology, sponsored by Sundress Publications. Eligible poems appeared between July 1, 2023, and June 30, 2024, and were previously unpublished.

Best of the Net 2025 Nominees

“Flowers” by Gary Borck

“Along the Shoulder” by Terence Culleton

“Dear Son” by Jacqueline Jules

“Honeymoon” by James Mulhern

“The Metaphor of Work” by Ali Rowland

“Anticipation” by Beate Sigriddaughter


If you would like to view our previous nominations, you can find them here.

Two Poems by Gary Borck

Ancient Roman Fort

Man can hardly count the generations past,
since your great monument first dwarfed the land.
To mortal man whose days are passing fast
your growing hours are numerous grains of sand;
yet by our God made hands, your walls were cast,
and we made in the image of the One
have met the dust, while you stand tall and grand,
with age much closer to the ancient sun,
than we who join the race, but briefly run.


Flowers

2024 Pushcart Prize Nominee

No bride could steal more awed and envying eyes,
than your jewelled garb and brightly petalled shades.
No scent brings on more searching suitors, nigh.
Whom better serves a maiden’s hair array?
What hue was not conceived that God bequeathed,
so you may festoon all the meadow’s green?
Through bees your dust of virile, rampant seed
spreads blooms around the banks of lulling streams.
Shy lover’s hearts are snatched and then unveiled
by the piercing beauty of your dainty hand.
What summer scene, in winter’s more bewailed,
than where your striking splendour sprouts and stands?
No pleasanter a look or fragrance, reigns,
when your majestic bouquet sweeps the plains.




Gary Borck is from the UK and teaches in China. He loves to read and write poetry, (attempt to) write novels, and ramble in natural surroundings. Several of his poems have appeared in Grand Little Things and the Society of Classical Poets.