Sir Lancelot

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A tenuous attempt at a sonnet written some time ago so bear with it! Written for fun.

Sir Lancelot

An arm of steel, the noble lance of the king,

Your badge of office and truth reckoning,

To your right he sat, raven haired to bring,

By his unplanned fault, God’s call, beckoning.

Once his to claim, the Siege Perilous,

Destined to lead him into loves embrace,

The lady, his Queen, would set sword to rust.

Given in the end, with dithering haste,

Loyalty to crown, to heart, and to self,

Strong, just and proud, by the Grail slighted.

Before fate and destiny, the man knelt,

Champion of hearts, by failure blighted,

Lord of the Lake, the knight Sir Lancelot,

Entwined in legend, the gem of Camelot!

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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.

Narrator’s Poems (39)

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Ablaze 0
A Different Kind of Poet 3
Do You Speak Greek? 0
Dancing Away From Me 4
No Longer An Artist 2
Do not forget 1
Competition 1
To Handsome Stranger 1
Ol' Christopher Marlowe's Day 3
Foolhardy 3
Oh so softly 3
'tis oft now I wonder... 5
Free to Soar 9
Dead Filament 4
Wise Fool 4
Mispent Eternity 2
My Sanguine Knight 3
Crimson Tears 5
Condemnation of alternative expression 6
Sir Lancelot 0
In a courtyard of ages 3
From whence all verse was born: 5
Please Realize 3
Here at the end of all things 0
Enduring Eternally 1
The bank of practicality is bust: 1
They can say what they will, I disagree. 2
Poetry Should Rhyme: 5
A new age: Change 0
Fate of a Soul 2
Oh My Love... 1
Standing Still 1
Where the laburnum blossoms fall... 1
Pulling down the stars 1
New Light 1
Ignorance is not bliss... 1
The Decline 1
Is the music of the soul the song of the wind? 3
Is freedom an illusion? 1