Guinevere On Her Dying Bed (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Dorothy Parker)

To king Arthur I was wedded until his death
and I loved him then sincere as I love him now
where I swear it as true upon my dying breath
where he did only good things on me bestow,

in all the ages Arthur as a true king do remain,
no nobler man but only God treaded the earth
and for my breaking of the vow there is pain
as no other like Arthur walked upon the earth,

yet my feelings for Sir Lancelot is another thing,
there was no braver and fearsome knight than he,
it's the thing of which poets through the ages sing
of how love is defined in how its construct is to be:

I loved both Lancelot and Arthur to my very best,
thus I swear as you are laying me to eternal rest.

[Reference:"Guinevere at her fireside" by Dorothy Parker.]