Home At Last

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    Home At Last

    I stood in the prow of the boat
    Stoic and silent
    Eyes downcast and closed
    I could hear the bells ringing
    Signaling the shore was close
    I raised my head and opened my eyes
    The dark shape of the mountain was so very near
    The prow slid softly onto the sand
    I alighted onto the land that would be my new home
    I paid the ferryman one gold coin
    The boat slid silently back out onto the water
    It was warm and fragrant here
    Quiet ,yet full of the sounds of the sea and the night
    My senses were alive with new sensations
    This would be a good place
    A peaceful place
    Where I could spend my time in unity with the One
    I walked silently forward, smiling now
    A serene smile, small but meaningful
    I looked up the path and saw them all
    My ancestors waited for me at the foot of the mountain
    Waiting to take me home for the last time




    This an an ode to Lady Elaine from the Arthurian Legends. The brave wife of Lancelot who suffered for loving him. She was put upon an island and cursed to stay ther all her days by Morgan Le Fay. All she was given was a magic mirror wherein she could look upon Camelot and see her Lancelot. Unfortunately she could also see his betrayal with Guinevere. In her distress she broke the mirror and took a boat down to see her beloved. As soon as she left the island the curse took hold and she died before she reached Camelot. Upon seeing her beauty in death, Lancelot was ashamed and disgusted with himself for what he had done to her. He left Camelot and went on a self appointed quest that took him away from Camelot and Guinevere. The quest for the Holy Grail. Some say he saw the Grail at the time of his death many years later in the Chapel at Camelot.

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    laydbak1 commented on Home At Last

    08-05-2009

    This is a well crafted piece embodying all the sadness and elation of reaching the final anointed peace and discovering, it's not final at all... I've read many stories of Camelot and it's characters and they are as varied about the character's rolls in all the events as the writers who told them... This story is as good as any of them...

    BridgetBowen

    08/05/2009

    We have a lot in common. The Arthurian Legends fascinate me. Thank you.

    Grito commented on Home At Last

    04-22-2009

    Soft and subtle is the touch at lands end.

    sweetlips commented on Home At Last

    03-12-2009

    your writings are very good, I am enjoying all of them

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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