Guinevere

i'm taking an arthurian lit class, so yeah...

Guinevere

high queen of camelot,
golden mistress leaving baby's breath
in her wake, voice lyrical,
hair as fine as harp strings, catching
crystal in her eye

on the outside, she is fine,
pristine in majesty, head high,
fingers clenched around her scepter
poised beside her king, 
her friend, her champion, 
her husband

inside, the gold turns to red,
passion uncontrolled,
lancelot, not her 'love' --
that puny, useless word --
but her heart,
the beat stallion strong

womb stricken with eternal winter,
unable to bear a child that could break
the bonds between them, 
still the double pull and
save camelot from incestuous doom, 
she is trapped behind 
castle walls 

surrounded by brittle magic and 
battles of prophecy, yearning 
for simple summer days
without title, or lust, or guilt,
a hay-haired girl in the grass,
wisping

Reviews

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautiful images, very brillaint piece. Bravo.