Philip Dodd Poems

The Round Table is broken,
to divide this green island, Britain.
Now I must obey the last words of Merlyn.
Take Excalibur, the sword of Arthur,
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Four hundred years,
that is one hundred years less than half a thousand,
that is a long time to be absent from the stage,
a long time for your plays to go on and have no equal,
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Worst is when you want to cry
when there is no reason.
It's just a summer passing by,
like any other season.
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Panther black jungle night.
Monkeys screech,
parrots squawk in fright.
Muddy brown river,
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I strayed into long ago,
somewhere in the east,
yes, the Orient.
Time moved slow,
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The wren on the farthing coin I study.
Four of them made a penny.
Hard to leave my chair by the fire
this winter night, I think of old money.
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White crane migrate
from one land of lakes to another,
long lane takes you over any border,
hold in your heart
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Welsh wizards, Math and Gwydyon
conspired together, met in a wood,
to form a woman out of flowers,
petals of oak, broom, meadowsweet,
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Farewell, my lord, King Arthur,
this may be my last farewell.
I go on the quest you gave us,
I go searching for the Sangreal.
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Windmill and rainbow,
noon light and shadow,
canal and meadow,
busy stone worker,
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