Through the castle gate I find
a sullen angel robed in white,
demure yet strong of spirit she,
held paused in waiting for her knight.
Worry peaks her gentle brow
beneath sweet flows of chestnut locks,
yet longing moves her spirit forth
in waves of hope that silence mocks.
She is my love, my Guinevere,
in tawny alabaster skin,
left standing at the chapel doors
declining to go in.
She looks to me from amber eyes,
a silent tear upon her cheek.
She calls my name below her breath,
afraid to hear it, afraid to speak.
Across the courtyard, faintly seen,
a glint of shield and sword,
tossed in moonlight’s dust and mist,
floating on a whispered word.
Alas, I cannot call to her,
nor move beyond my breaking heart,
yet shuddered sobs of disbelief
deny my hidden ghostly art.
She turns to me in hesitation,
with reaching hand and heaving breath,
sobs my name in quaking timbre,
beholds me here past gates of death.
In silent sweet repeating,
I beg forgiveness and her love,
vow to hold her hand in living,
vow protection from above.
In death I stand with broken heart
as to my eyes my love unfolds
in heaps of sobbing sadness,
midst “whys?” that shall remain untold.
Through mourning gates at last they come,
bringing home what flesh remains
on bloodied, battered stallions,
reduced to battle scars and stains.
She stands to face me squarely
across the courtyard’s timeless cast,
whispers clearly, “yours eternal”,
and bows to let the bearers past.
As chapel candles draw them in,
she turns to hold my ghost once more,
blows a kiss in love eternal,
then steps beyond the chapel door.
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This is stunning 🙂
Thanks Roxi! I’m glad you like it. It’s an interesting story, from the perspective of the returning, yet dead, Kinght. Broken hearts and eternal love. 😀
Awesome story, told beautifully!
Thanks Charles. Glad you liked it.
Good words, Jay. Like your style.
Thanks for the kind comment. I do appreciate it.
You brought to life that mourning, broken-hearted emotion…and vow to love eternally. How sad to be the loved one of someone doing battle who doesn’t return. I enjoyed this immensely.
I’m glad you liked the story… sad for sure, but yet hopeful. Thanks for stopping by, and commenting.
This is so moving and absolutely captivating. You are a gifted imagination. I am so glad I found your work.
Thank you very much! I’m kind of partial to this one myself. Came out very well. Thanks for your very kind comments. I appreciate your visiting and commenting very much!
No problem. I enjoy your writing style. I can see why you are partial to this one. You crafted it very well. Reminds me a bit of a poem I penned a while back called “Secret of the Sword”. Also a medieval period piece, but that is where the similarities part ways.
Be well and Keep Inspiring.
John (JMC)
whew. an interesting perspective…not of the one still living mourning but of the departed looking back…carrying on that love into the after…to see them moving on…even in the promise of love eternal…its quite moving jay
Thank you Brian.
Classic verses & wonderful theme on eternal love ~ I so admire the beautifully written story ~
Thank you Grace. So glad you enjoyed the piece.
Yes Sir….I Love this one, Jay 🙂 Are you sure it’s not about me?? 🙂
Blessings my Friend~
It just may be… secret is mine..
Those first two verses really hit home 🙂 Just lovely!
A love stronger than death…yet there’s an impenetrable veil between.
Romantic in theme and style; beautifully rendered, Jay!
Thank you Lynn
The perspective allows acute observation… enjoyed this, thanks.
Thanks Colin
Gorgeous poem !
Thank you.