Ne'er will Excalibur be their's...

by Mr. Darcy   Sep 26, 2015


Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard
beneath its murky viscous surface...
hear them bleed their haunted, razor screams
as they ever lose their worst fear: Pride.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excalibur

michael
2015

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  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Completely agree with Ingrid on this one! your imagery is amazing and you paint such a vivid picture with so few lines..... Michael you created yet another memorable piece.

    Great Job!

    • 9 years ago

      by Mr. Darcy

      Thanks Ben for you comment I appreciate it.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Hi Michael,

    Lovely imagery in this poem, could almost see those knights! This could also be in the dark section, as the language is so sinister.
    I know about the legend and I have been to several places in England that have very old buildings and felt the old spirits there...so haunting!

    Well done,

    (((hugs)))

    • 9 years ago

      by Mr. Darcy

      Thank you Ingrid, I wanted to portray the lost souls wailing over a shared dream that would never be theirs.

      (((hugs)))

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