CAMELOT
Secreted within fresh, pliant, concrete castle walls,
Mortar not yet aged two score, lives ancient
Scenes of galloping steeds whose gallant warriors
Pass imprisoned castled maidens waiting patiently.
She wistfully scans o’er distant groves the noble princes,
Yet not responding to any horseman’s beckoning call
To climb astride his stead and dwell with him in Camelot,
Stays safely perched within her dreams alone in towered walls.
The distant sound of hoof beats, steady, strong, penetrates her
Dreams through windows closed against the evening chill.
How could her dreams of ancient tales envisioned surmise her Camelot
Awaited in his carriage parked right beneath her sill?
Her waxen dream wall softened in his strong welcoming arms
Instilling strength and happy comfort she never knew she sought
She melted in his smile’s warmth reflected in twinkling eyes,
Her diamoned hand with Princess wave signaling off to
CAMELOT
No comments:
Post a Comment