Code Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

CODE
If they could have they would have
Charged against the sun
When it beat down too fiercely
On the princess
Made the rivers to run
To fill the moat
When she was encastled
That no enemy might approach
Leave rose trees at her door
Asking for nothing more
Than to breathe the rose crowned air
This was chivalry
Fealty beauty as it was written down
A code of honour
Not of vile demands
A dream Arthurian perhaps
Brought down lost ages
A golden time
In which we tried to live.
Vicariously and secret vows
That some are living now.
mary angela douglas 8 may 2024