I took my cue from the sonnets of Aislinge and Alexander for the stylistic theme of this one. A recipe, a blazon, and now a pattern for Seigneur Yves de Fortanier.
A tailor, tasked with patterning a man,
Composed his measurements with wise concern:
A mind too wide will never take a stand,
Too narrow and he’ll never seem to learn.
His body must be poised with grace and style
So that he moves and sways with dancer’s flair
And special care be given to his smile
For it belies, to all he meets, his care.
Be wary that his heart is wide and full
With room for all, a friend to everyone
And scribe upon the ancient golden rule
Do unto others as to you be done.
The tailor, finished pleased, now takes his leave
And in the pattern, find we, Seigneur Yves.
