Chanson d’un Chevalier

By Elvira

Lady                 in                     the tower
Beauty of face:
a Beacon
calling             the
knight
Diana                           disappears, as
Apollo
commences     his journey;
the knight,                   LOVE SICK
spinning tales of Glory
for her.

And, she                                  cruelly giving him favors;
Lace
Flower
Ring,
yet, never
the Kiss                                    so wanted
In Speech                                 she turns her
head away —
protesting that she
will                  forever be True
to the Duke.
The lowly Sir,
would die for her.

Dropping                     her prayer book,
At his feet
making promises of love, to come,
(to never keep).

Finally,
Hand to hand
palm to palm
forming a chapel of Forbidden tales
She hesitates,
(The Duke awaits)
They become Arthur’s
Guinevere, Separated
by
Excalibur                                 from
blemished
Lancelot

This Rose                     doth                 show her thorns
Cruel Lady,
Flower
adorned
Lady
Swan Lady
would that you were               less careless
dispensing your
Un-kept Promises                    to an Inferior.

The Gift                       given
would mar
the knight’s                 Dream

She Remains
in the Tower,
Sir Knight                     galloping to save
something less difficult,
the Holy Land.

August 2015