Laurence Overmire


White Knight - Poem by Laurence Overmire

I am your Lancelot
You, my Guinevere

Have you not recognized me
In the far-off meadows of your heart
Racing my stallion o’er the wild-flowered fields
Daring the dragons of lust and desire
Their fiery teeth scorching my breast
Drawing the blood of memories lost

And I, captive there
Have laid down my gauntlet

A fight to the death
Let no man intrude
Let time itself my second be
And stay the tide of idle dreams
Onlookers' murmurs to distract
A blunted will

I wear your colors, madam
The green of your eyes
The rose of your cheek
Spur my steed to its final chase
We fly in the wind
A reckless charge to Destiny.


(Previously published in Emotions, Summer 2000)


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  • (3/19/2006 10:30:00 PM)

    Wonderful, a knight, a true gentleman always my favorite.

    Patricia Gale
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 6, 2008


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