On the Way to Avalon
by: Florence Peacock
Yet it may be I shall sleep sound,
And nothing shall mar my rest.
Though I have no bed, like others,
Deep down in the earth's soft breast.
If Merlin spake true, I shall wait there,
With nought to disturb my sleep,
As calmly in Avalon lying
As though my grave were deep.
Till the day I return to my people,
Ere all things have passed away;
For after the night has vanished,
He spoke of an earthly day.
Is it the truth; must I slumber?
Or watch through the changing years,
Till that which must be is ended--
The toil, the sorrow, the tears.
There are dreams in the soundest sleep, though,
And I may be back once more,
With the Knights of the Table round me,
In the glorious days of yore.
The days ere a stain had fallen
On the lily clasped close to my breast,
Ere ever he stopped to dishonour,
The friend whom I loved best.
Pray God that Merlin has lied,
And I may awake no more,
Till, all earthly sins forgiven,
We meet on the heavenly shore.
Yes; let me sleep quiet and silent,
Till the day I awake in that land,
Where all the dark past is forgotten,
And I may clasp Lancelot's hand.
Legend
by: Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)
Boulders huge and dales encumber
Where, in necromantic slumber
Arthur lies with all his peers
Through the long, long days of summer,
Through the long, long nights of winter,
Through the hundred, hundred years.
Gray is all the vale untrodden,
Cloud and crag are gray and hodden,
Gray the earth whence nothing grows;
Gray the hue of hills and rocks is;
Nothing red is there but foxes,
Nothing black is there but crows.
Deep the cavern: Twelvescore bowmen,
Fivescore knights with tenscore yeomen
Sleeping, hedge their sleeping lord,
Who reposes, silken-vested,
Golden-bearded, massy-chested,
Strong and silent as his sword.
Aye, the sword; what arm may guide it!
There it hangs, a horn beside it,
Near the cavern's outer bounds
Where in dreams of greenwood chases,
Clean-limbed, sprawl in fancied races
Fourteen packs of coupled hounds.
When the world is old and weary,
Loveless, lawless, mirthless, dreary,
Racked with doubt, by discord torn,
One shall come, in youth immortal,
Who shall cross the gloomy portal,
Draw the sword and blow the horn.
Broke shall be the spell; up-leaping
Hounds, fullcry, shall rouse the sleeping;
Steed shall neigh and steel shall ring;
Forth shall ride the doughty fighters,
Hate-subduers, evil-righters,
Knights and yeomen round their king.
Thank you for sharing dear, visions will compare.
What is being read here, fantasies to remain.
Camelot to sustain. Thank you dear😚💋
PRETENSES
When luv passes me by, I do cry.
Everyone does you see, then ahead they proceed.
Moving forward again, waiting for time to make amends.
From your heart, luv ascends.
Life, is good again.
Repeating lifes pretenses, puts up defenses to refrain.
When cutting someone, out ov your life.
Cut deep enough, getting all the heart.
Instead ov leaving it, in many pieces.
Splicing it a bit at a time, only causes the pain.
Miseries I do gain, the principle unfortunately is the restraints.
Never wanting, to fall in luv again.
Mirrored, Luvs instincts.
SLEEP
Wandering in my mind, my heart excels.
To a place, where souls hide.
Waiting for luv to exhale, breathing deep inside.
Hopefully it is you, that I feel within my mind.
Drifting to my heart yo find, all these feelings to expel.
Painfully my mind, takes a stroll, breaking ov your hold.
Walls go up instead, freeing my mind to sleep.
In my dreams, is where you'll keep.
Freeing my heart and soul, I will never weep.
So beautiful your work, visions I see.
In my mind, my words proceed.
Moving works to see.
Thank you dear, greatly appreciated😚
You chose a nice video poem to send to Lady Victoria there, Clay.
I have to agree with lady Anne.
The beautiful work you do, without demand.
Visions within your mind, now comes to sound.
Prose ov the ole, with music wonderfully told.
Thank you dear, for sharing.😚
