by Sally Odgers
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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To Avalon, the sorrowed isle,
Let the barge in mourning glide.
In veils and weeds of sable flow,
A lord’s attendants weep and bide.
By weary waters’ mirrored style
The world’s bereaved and darkens, so.
Weeping Avalon prepare
The king of shining towers’ bier
Sing the dirge’s plaintive air
Cross the sombre-ruffled mere.
From Camelot, the shining tower,
Let the clocks be snuffed tonight.
In dimming of the wuthered fire,
The stricken court is dowsed of light.
By sighing eve and blighted hour,
Death encompass Mordred’s ire.
Weeping Avalon perceive,
The king of golden ages’ sleeps.
Play the role that shall deceive
Mourners watching by the deeps.
From Merlin’s cave, the golden age,
Let the crystal gloaming shine.
Tintagel waits in quiet frame
For these centuries of thine
To write it large on mythic page,
So score it now in Arthur’s name.
Weeping Avalon arise,
And guide the king to silent rest.
Legend waits behind his eyes,
Embrace him, island of the blessed.
Hold him near you grieving queens,
Clasp the hour’s opaque façade-
Sleep while memory yet greens,
In death’s uncertain being, starred.
Bridge of the Air.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Reads like a ballad in a way. Nicely done, Sally. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|I have a fixation for Camelot and the days of Yore, so of course this one tickled my fancy.
|Reviewed by Sally Odgers
|Thank you, ladies! This is one of a series. I have two others (Valhalla Dreaming and Raising Lyonnesse) at the den so far.|
|Reviewed by SARA QUEST
|Sally, this would rival Shakespeare's poetic eloquence. Great poem!|
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|I liked this post on that old subject.|