Whenever Regal Guinevere Poem by David McLansky

Sauntered in the town,
Her beauty like a burning spear
In a verdant gown;
The tradesmen on the market street
Would pause their speech surrendered
To gaze upon her head to feet
Full dazzled by her splendor.
Her crown of hair of burnished red
Her skin of alabaster
Her sparkling eyes of silver blue
Benumbing all who past her.
She had such grace
Such perfect form
Such balance of proportion
It made the muddy clumsy world
Full hazy with exhaustion.