Queen Muse; Elate Poem by Steve Trimmer

Queen Muse; Elate



A sempiternal revery sees I, whence from days of yore
On this sultry e’en o’ fire; fancy fair
Ne’er be’t dearth……….mine heart; I mean
For I lay ’neath Her Fir Tree
So elated am I ………..for sees I Her
My Queen Goddess Elate
At Sacred Fir of ’r blood clan

In concernancy I weep
My tears sees She

Quoth Queen Elate;

“ Why dost thee weep my love?
Mine own meeds thou hast tasted
German art thou to mine own blood
Thy tears be not disingenuous
This knows I
Prithee, my love, what vexes upon thy heart? ”

Quoth I;

“ My Lady, we are The Lapiths, whence hailing of Magnesia, coastal land
Of The Myrtoan Sea
Our kith an’ kin, The Centaurs, form coalitions.”

Quoth Lady Elate;

“ With whom my love? ”

My lips grow dry, pulse racing; wending heart
Moving, beating hither and thither
I dare not speak the words…………..yet, I must
Her loving smile rends at my heart
For once She hearkens the words, She too will weep
Bear this……..I can not

But, She has to know
She casts Her sharpened eyes toward me
In perusal of my face



Quoth I;

“ My Lady, I daren’t utter these…………..
But I must
My Lady, The Centaurs pledge allegiance and fealties to…to
To The Aeolians of Iolcus
I am forlorn, my Queen………….
………Thy bevy of Priestesses we must take into exile
Ere they be subject to Poseidon’s villainies”

Mine eyes well in liquid-blue melancholy
Queen Elate falls to Her own knees in horror
I reach for Her
In all my incarnations hath I served Her
I serve Her still
Nought more dost say I, nor Her
In mine own arms, I hold my Queen
To comforted Her sorrow
Our kith an’ kin dance at our Queen’s own Maypole
Knoweth naught of they; this news o’ unmirthfulness

My Queen touches my pate (upon 3rd eye) , in such tender gesture
Then turns, westbound, walking ‘neath Her Fir Tree
Into the invisibility of air, She ascends
My heart thus blenches
I tarry the remainder of this night
Und’r ‘r Tree of Fir
Awaiting My Lady’s return

Sleep will not find me this night
The upshot of mine own honour, I daren’t think it
I will serve my Queen………..‘til the end
By’r blood I shall
Many hath so loved Her, yet……….
None protect Her as I
Our love is not of the flesh
No, much deeper goes it
It is an undying twin flame of friendship
Fore’er………………it remains

My Lady, my Queen Elate
Doth seek Her true twin flame lover
Yet, he is affrighted by Her
An’ now, he runs to The Aeolians
Thus leading ‘s own people, The Centaurs……….
……..To Poseidon’s own war shrines of misogyny

Alack! She loves him at any rate (oh! what of our own beloved lands here in Magnesia)
An’ I shalt serve Her, an’ stand by Her
Regardless of outcome, or incense cast toward Her
So many times, I hath seen this Thespian tragedy unfold
Yet, still She is true to Her timid Swain
An’ I, true to my vows, sworn to Her Queendom

The morrow comes
Tears dry in mine eyes
My Lady Elate……….returns?
She hath transmogrified
She be now Caenis………The New Lady
Yet, She is now garbed in man’s clothing
Anon, She will lay with Poseidon
An; so ending our people’s beauteous Gynarchy (I weep again………)

Poseidon gives a new name to ’r Lady
Do mine eyes reveal this ill-conceit
Sight must fail me……….for………..no……no……
She is now Caeneus (Elatus the usurper)
……….warmongering man
An Aeolian proselyte ……….no, this mendacious beard
Blood of our Daughters and sons
Dried upon Her disconcerted hands
Mine sconce, it spins in paltry confusion

This dark magick shalt one day be broken

I shalt surely return to this earthly bourne
Again, and again, and again
‘Til it is so………………

Caeneus looks down his falchion at me in disdain
Within his copse o’ flowing blood
My Lady Elate is fettered
Incantations speaketh I to he
But, Elate can not lend ear to mine own words

Henceforth, I might only reach Her ears
Upon the astral plane
Choler an’ trepidation shalt not overcome me;
I believe in an existence;
Which transcends all temporal precepts and reproach
I pledge to My Queen;

To thwart; hate with Love
mallecho with Patience
war with Peace
patriarchy with Philogyny
lament with Hope
spleenful words with Tender thoughts………….

When my Lady Elate finally rises
From Her seat astride Poseidon
When Her memories;
Come to pass Her essence once more
When She leaves Her woebegone Chair of Forgetfulness…………………

………I will greet my Queen with open arms
The spell will lift
Our people, The Lapiths, will once more sing songs of Her Queendom
Our granges shalt again be replete in harvest crop
As our lands will be with affections
………….an’ my heart shall be tearful no more!

Many flesh coils of incarnations and Ages
Have come to pass since that day
Phoebus’s chariot hath ambulated a million scores
Troth-plights by thousands have I seen and pledged withal
Yet………….

…………….still I wait for my Queen Elate………..Queen Elate….
….My Queen……my friend……….come back to me….
………….my love they shalt not fordo!



Steve Trimmer

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