Le Morte d’Arthur – poem after midnight

Opening to me
finding the strains of this,
a tattered gown
the sound…
oh
Gawain, Lancelot… hmm.

inside are
tunes
runes
ha       magic spells

haven’t written in awhile
this way – poetry –
finding the glyphs of it
finding the way
almost day

normal
to be here
inserting… words
finding the rhyme
time
viewing the landscape…
yours
mine

Seeing you on the mountain
wondering about dragons
– his –
Uther’s,
all those men,
dying
dead
for a quest
for…
your holy grail

only now it’s a window
five stories up
and you
who
thought you could fly

why?

– a woman’s guide to
Change

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Comment:

So I guess you can tell what’s on my mind – everything seems to link to the theme of what I’m currently writing – not always sure how or why. Mysterious, eh?  Any way, I’ve worked with quest ideas before, especially with my art, and was listening to “Drive,” a collection of some of Scott Grimes’  work and something about the melodies, voice – allowed the poem to come in.

The art is what I call a “Soul Print” that came to me when I hung out with a friend. I put my hands on him and received images and colors and meaning and made it for him using Paintshop Pro. It’s treated with Reiki. Now – it seems to be about King Arthur – to me.