elysabeth faslund

Rookie (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

King Arthur And The Ladies Of Avalon - Poem by elysabeth faslund

Ladies lumined white,
Sliding etched shadows, measured
On reeds, water depth.
Hands raised, Veil

One baby reaches
Chubby-sweet fingers
For its Mother.
Tucked, white-cuddled from
Castle cold...hands fold air.
The robed Mother denies...
Pendragon cries, screams.

One Summer Lady hears, turns,
'It is done, ' as waves wash Legend.

Buried between realities.
Steel will replace the Mother.
Dragon milk nurses.
Arcturus, encased in Tintagel's lair,
Listens...a far voice sings
On Saxon Ship. Merlin nears.

Infant Vortex...circling,
Until...all drawn in...
The infant is born

Comments about King Arthur And The Ladies Of Avalon by elysabeth faslund

  • (10/24/2008 7:18:00 AM)

    The tales and legends of old-the rebirth of the magikal child-each season-your poetry is very colorful-I hope someday to be able to attend Mardi Gras.A ten from me.Thank you for your wonderful poetry. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/18/2008 9:10:00 AM)

    Birth and rebirth - the cycle of life, expressed in Medieval imagery. The image of 'sliding etched shadows emphsizes the continuous movement of the cycle, which has no beginning and no end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 18, 2009

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