No, Knight

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No, Knight

Postby Pjerrot » Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:38 am

No,
no knight in shining armor am I.
I will not rescue the
damsel in distress for
my own private battles
to fight have I.

Internally, in my chamber,
I weep. I weep
silent tears of diamond
behind a stony façade.

These emerald orbs
have borne
a million tears.
I suspect
they can bear
one million more.

It is in my tower
that I peer through
a pane-less frame
and look upon that misty world
whose rich pulse has
forgotten the sight of me,
forsaken me with her
eyes of sapphire.

Still I gaze.
Eagerly, too,
praying falsely for
worldly salvation.

Many a wanderer
have passed below
the tower base, inquiring:

‘O, what can ail thee, knight?’

I reply that I am
no knight for I
haven’t any armor.

‘You must be starved
for want of company.’

To this I reply that
the occasional passerby
is company enough.

‘It is very madness,’
they say,
‘distanced away
in a tower.’

I do not say
that the world
is mad.
I do not say
that I am
quite lonely.

Lonely save the
hour of night when
the gentle stars
alight upon milky galaxies
and Luna, most constant Luna,
deigns to illuminate
my chamber with
her lustrous beams.

Deftly and steadily,
she treads the
lightly veiled sky,
the ember-like stars
lighting her path
in secret guidance.

I think of the earth below.

A chorus of crickets
murmuring kind words
while a nighthawk,
herald of the darkness,
boasts praises of the evening
before the coming dawn.

It is over much too soon:

The first of the sun’s rays
dissolve my dewy armor.
the muted fantasy of my mind
is but a distant dream.

A cold realization
of what was
becomes the day.

Alone, wanton, and
craven once more.
A lump of flesh
amounting, with a bag of bones, to
some strange delicacy for
the monsters of the mind.

And I ask a passerby:

“Have you heard
anything of the princess?”

Gravely they look upon me:

‘No, knight.’
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ’tis meet,/And when the moon her pallid face discloses,/I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.
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Re: No, Knight

Postby Raphael » Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:23 pm

Very poignant Pjerrot. Methinks you may be in the wrong century. :wink:
John....you did not live to see-
who we are because of what you left,
what it is we are in what we make of you.

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Re: No, Knight

Postby Pjerrot » Fri Aug 13, 2010 2:39 am

Raphael wrote:Very poignant Pjerrot. Methinks you may be in the wrong century. :wink:


Thank you. I believe this to be one of my best if not the best of my poetic works thus far. I took a few things from Keats as well as Edgar Allan Poe and Virginia Woolf. It is also something of a twist on the fairy tales that concern a "damsel in distress" needing to be rescued by a knight from her plight. No folk or fairy tale that I am aware of makes mention of a knight needing to be rescued. In this case the knight's being afraid to take risks with love and life lead to his undoing.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ’tis meet,/And when the moon her pallid face discloses,/I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.
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Re: No, Knight

Postby Raphael » Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:55 pm

I did notice the Keatsian line, yes. :D Keep on writing!
John....you did not live to see-
who we are because of what you left,
what it is we are in what we make of you.

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Re: No, Knight

Postby gstormcrow » Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:51 pm

This is a really great poem from beginning to end. I especially like how the knight's dewy armor dissolves from morning's first light and lays him bare (figuratively, of course) to the cold realization that the woman he loves will probably not be coming to save him from the tower he's created for himself. A truly original, profound and imaginative piece of work! Thank you very much for sharing it with us.
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