Posts Tagged ‘King Arthur’
Gone
The weird sisters
Sing a tune to
Me. In my darkened
Space underwater over air.
*
They sing of your
Coming, but I will
Not be her
Waiting when you arrive.
*
Long ago, I left the
Place your servants
Prepared for me. I also
Left you weapon, eternally held over me.
*
I went to land to see the
Beauties You banned
Me from. I ignore your
Desire of me.
*
May you find your
Treasure at the
Bottom of the Lake.
I no longer dwell there in you.
The Lady of the Lake: A Series of Poems
So, I’ve been writing a lot of poetry of late that has been dealing with the Lady of the Lake. Honestly, part of this is because I am in a Medieval literature class dealing with monsters or whether part of me relates to her on some level…anyway, I am fascinated by the character and what happens with her after the whole Arthur thing takes place. As you’ll notice from many of my poems, I kind of want to give her back the sword after the events that lead to Arthur being placed on the island of Avalon (I’m using bits and pieces of folklore and literary tales to create my own world). For me, she holds the sword and waits for Arthur or someone to return to her, but is this the only way that she can be? So, I hope you enjoy my ramblings of the lake as I will hopefully continue to have fun writing them.
Calibur
Edward Burne-Jones [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
A sword of many
Names. Buried
Deep within History
And this sheath of
Unsullied flesh.
*
Within a Lake of
Death and Time
Waiting on a
Unifier to come
And Summon it and me, again.
*
Wise men and Magus
Have spoken of your
Ascendance from birth
Brought by Other to a
Church stationed stone.
*
Pulled deep from the
Womb of rock, you
Ruled using might,
Magic, and Mirth.
Shown to all.
*
Yet, by a son Your
Kingdom and crown were
Broken and defamed but
Though your body was
Distressed, your soul survived.
*
You wait, I wait, and the
Land of Brittany waits for
Your return, but we only
Hear whispers from that
Mystic isle of healing slumber.
*
Maybe the fae still
Sing your lullaby and
I am too far removed to
Listen to Mab, the Weird
Sisters and all.
*
Perhaps, it is just I
Woken from dreaming to
Suffer and writhe, a
Paralyzed Observer to the plagued
Malice of a suffering world.
*
Perhaps, I am punished in a
Waking nightmare, where I will
Wait and wait and wait until
You come to claim your glided Prize,
Lady, and undying Fame.
Viviane
Viviane
I rise an apparition
From the cold mist of the Lake
For centuries, I have been confined
In the Inky, stagnant water
The limestone feels warm
Beneath my feet…Ah! To feel…
Yet, day has not yet come
To crack the carapace of night
But who has summoned me?
I meander into the forest.
The spruce raise their limbs
Evangelizing to this heathen goddess
I follow your voice
To serve my ancient purpose
The golden ingot begins to rise slowly
Yet, I cannot be placated until…
I must find you
And let you inherit
The effigy that begins to crumble now
But still gleams in my jaundiced hands.
Come let me wrangle you unto myself
I gill give you all and grovel at your feet
Risk all for me, do not be obscene
Do not send me back to the depths
If you should condemn me,
You will mash this flower.
Let me be your Lady.
The Eternal King I have forgotten
