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beKnighted
(for a tale of enchantment & forbidden love
may only begin thusly)
Once Upon a Time ~
on a night when a thousand thousand stars
gleamed in the Camelot skye
I, being rogue & far too bold, approached her chambre
from a respectful distance, offered my appeal
that we might make a song in unison ~ a ballade
that has been writ by no minstrel nor maiden
her elegant quill to calligraphe upon my impudent parchment
out of intrigue, perhaps, or pity, she accepted the dare
and bid me wait in my lonely barracks
after nights of anguish, I received by flighted delivery
upon the back of an eagle, her poetical engraving
unorthodox was her voice, & her hand a-lined the page
with rebelist grace ~
were a lyric of more beauty rendered in other days
my eyes were not worthy to chance upon it
I hastened to proclaim my gratitude
and reached for her hand upon bended knee
such humility as is strange to a scarred warrior
she bid me rise, & by some efflorescing of ardor
she kissed my hand ~
my vision at once was obscured by the vilest tears
for a knight is a soldier, & a soldier never cries
man of iron – weeping would but rust his armor
my sword has slain heathens
whose code was to rape & pillage
my hands are stained with the blood of dragons
whose breathing fire seared my flesh
Crusades have beckoned me to unholy lands
yet I am not brave nor brash enough to embrace her
such a voyage may only be traversed
in the realms of sleep ~
dreams are as vacant as dead stars, & I will not dream
I, who am neither Galahad nor Lancelot
pledge to my Guinevere, who is not Guinevere
but the Fairest Nicole ~
were all my days & nights heaped upon the pyre
and my legend dwindle to sailing embers
I would remain
Your Cherished
Published 25th Jun 2015
| Edited 30th May 2016
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eeeeeep! does your brilliance know no bounds, Mister Feddeler [?]
you continue to amaze with every submission & i continue to grasp fruitless at words for worthy comments
simply loved this!
you continue to amaze with every submission & i continue to grasp fruitless at words for worthy comments
simply loved this!
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25th Jun 2015 8:19pm
enjoyed your archaic minstrel in ply sirJ!
"were all my days & nights heaped upon the pyre
and my legend dwindle to sailing embers
I would remain"
~lovely raw pledge..
*fav set 4.. hushing beauty be there..
You've adorned the stars in this one, & to master of verse, do I heartily applaud.
~d
"were all my days & nights heaped upon the pyre
and my legend dwindle to sailing embers
I would remain"
~lovely raw pledge..
*fav set 4.. hushing beauty be there..
You've adorned the stars in this one, & to master of verse, do I heartily applaud.
~d
25th Jun 2015 8:21pm
This is a wonderfully heart-felt tribute to the fair Nicole, John. Love melts the coldest heart of the bravest uniform until true bravery is understood, and lifts the heavy burden of countenance until floating in the self you knew you were destined to become.
25th Jun 2015 8:58pm
25th Jun 2015 11:09pm
the stuff of legends. Beautifully rendered, and felt throughout.
Michael
Michael
25th Jun 2015 11:09pm
Do you know how a hard soft pulse feels, when it ricochets thru ears & everywhere behind your bodily cage? Perhaps, even more so when everything around you starts to grow still.. volatile breaths are being sown, then the shards of keeping them calm-like starts to feels rather nice ..rather like a push to just let go, enjoy the puncturing mood that has douse you; which tells you to become it.
Very beautiful my cherished, had to sit earlier when my eyes laid upon your words, felt almost as if I was wallowing beneath, between & atop of them.
Oh you are so artful smoothing sooth, are you not? lol well I say yes are. As a lover of your craft bowing always & always.
Very beautiful my cherished, had to sit earlier when my eyes laid upon your words, felt almost as if I was wallowing beneath, between & atop of them.
Oh you are so artful smoothing sooth, are you not? lol well I say yes are. As a lover of your craft bowing always & always.
Anonymous
26th Jun 2015 6:30am
Not your usual "noir". . .but it just goes to show your various talents. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
26th Jun 2015 2:23pm
26th Jun 2015 4:23pm
Nothing like an errant knight good Sir. I'm more of a ronin kind of guy myself.
26th Jun 2015 6:58pm
your writing as ever a delight JF
love the self knowing, self deprecating humanity:
"out of intrigue, perhaps, or pity, she accepted the dare"
love the self knowing, self deprecating humanity:
"out of intrigue, perhaps, or pity, she accepted the dare"
27th Jun 2015 1:30pm
28th Jun 2015 8:41am
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
You are magnificent here. This is so tender, treasured, and to be sheltered, I shall withdraw and say no more... :-*
You are magnificent here. This is so tender, treasured, and to be sheltered, I shall withdraw and say no more... :-*
