Upon Losing Worlds Of Azure
A summer's day, there comes an errant knight
Followed by a dwarf that wields a whip
Followed by a maiden in a shift off-white
And a jester with an off-colour quip
A gust of wind, pavilions all a-dance:
Postillions rushing wildly here and there
And, sharpening his jewel-encrusted lance
He entertains the vulgar at the fair.
Yet, by the lake
In veil opaque
And quivering
The lady sits a-weeping
The vigil she is keeping
She fears will never end
Her blithe mistake
(a secret meant for keeping)
Still, pale, shivering
Taller than the pine
Anticipating hatchets
The knight, her only friend
Reveals a secret sign
As wheels reveal their ratchets
As blazon shows its bend
In gules incarnadine!
A summer evening: champions at rest
Pavilions shimm'ring, delicate the breeze
Between the pines, by pining all oppressed
The lowly lackeys crawl upon their knees
A summer's night, there comes an errant king
His catafalque with arabesques embossed
His fool about his feet a-capering
Though all his other titles he has lost ...
The sun has set, the kingdom is at peace
- all have been arrested by the police
| Contributors: | TG, P, Roland, Bop. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd March 1997. |