Tag: Arthurian poetry

In the Lake

The catfish are the Bozos of the bottom, Blundering from ledges, bumping into me, Their whiskers slashing my skirt into circus pennants. Their heads are rocks split across the middle, Mouths opening slowly as if levered. They are ugly and regal and harmless, Even…

On the Line

I still show up to find out what happened to me and the rest of us, to know how a plot continues without the characters, how my turn of phrase feels in someone else’s mouth, in a different land, in a country beyond our…

Igraine’s Letter

It is not a chaste kiss One wants from another Who is the focus of drowning Desire It is not that Merlin: a life of magic with no love –only obsession at the end yet His empathy for Uther His empathy toward passion Propelled…