KNIGHT’S TALE
Flesh that is scarred by wounds of trade
Chivalrous and loyal, promises made
Fierce and strong with a gentle touch
A seat at the round table will cost you much
A passionate lover, hands that are slow
Revered and honored where ere you go
A code of arms with covenant and creed
Trusted in word and faithful in deed
Mysterious and dark, veiled in armor
Eyes that are cold a heart that’s warmer
Alone in quest but brothers in battle
Fists of iron will make your head rattle
But quick with a smile and a generous notion
A heart that’s big, as big as the ocean
Victor of the mighty, defender of the frail
And so goes the plot of this knight’s tale
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Brings me to the opening scene of the film with a similar title, where a young Heath Ledger (r.I.p.) takes on the “identity”/station of his freshly deceased liege, Sir Hector. A very moving poem of an oft glamourised period of our past history. 🙏🏻🕊
An interesting write on a moment in history, written on the positive of those days, but there many darker days for the knights, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Always loved the legend of Arthur and the metaphoric messages woven into the tales. Each knight a virtue. Here in this poem some of this carries through and in good rhyme and meter it becomes personalized into a single individual. A wonderful write.
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