Old Valletta Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Old Valletta
I saw him
Going up
The ancient turrets
And
The ancient parvis
In the ancient fort
By old Valletta
Knight in green
He roamed
Disconsolate
Without a word
In silence
He lamented yet
Went through the world.
This night of nights
I saw him going up
Again
Again
For
I saw him
Going up
The ancient turrets
And
The ancient parvis
In the ancient fort
By old Valletta
Monday, August 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age,ancient,chant royal,dance,deliverance,escape,fantasy,ghosts,life,loneliness
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5/3/2024 5:45:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Knights in myth and legend are famous for their journeys, that means, missions, quests, journeys with a spiritual purpose. But this knight has no mission and feels the weight of having no higher purpose. Instead of being bright and shining with possibilities, his world is gray and glum. And he has no elan vital, he's dour and depressed, and probably can barely hold his sword because he is listless. What he needs is an adventure to excite his dormant nature, danger to wake up his groggy spirit, and a beautiful princess to give him joie de vivre.