No more dragons
I smell perfume in your hair
I feel your breasts against my skin
a ghost from the past
a longing from within
then I awake to find you gone
back to the sacred shores of Avalon
The armour once proudly worn
lies tarnished by age,
faded and forlorn
there are no more ladies
in castle keeps and the knights are cold
while King Arthur sleeps
How beautiful was this land of mine
before it was tainted by tide and time
behold my reflection in the burnished shield
mocks me, as to the merciless years I yield
my sword is pitted, my chainmail torn
through wasted endeavour
obsessed with unicorn and holy grail
only to be broken upon the wheel of time,
my destiny to fail.
No more feasting and raising flagons
to worthy enemies and fiery dragons
for there is one remaining unvanquished foe
as it is into battle with old age I go….
Stunning poem, with vivid imagery and a deep conclusion. Great write
Beautiful. Love the last stanza.
told with gentleness
LOL! ... love the ending of this beautiful rhyme, I guess I can also be counted a warrior of this most ominous foe.
I love Arthurian Tales and Dragons, Kev and I love the beautifully narrated story in this poem, which tells of redundancy of all things associated with those times, while Arthur sleeps. The ultimate battle which we must all engage in, is so nicely woven into the poem - our battle with old age, which comes upon us so 'suddenly', without we realising it. The poem is powerfully but so kindly told in a very amiable way. The imagery is extremely visual, crisp and striking, you fleck a wonderful picture of times past for your reader to enjoy! Your poetry always wraps itself around me, Kev, it is poetry within poetry! A beautifully crafted write, inked with deftness and style. I have so enjoyed reading. Thank you for sharing, Kev. Blessings always.....