Wednesday, May 08, 2024

CODE

 

CODE

If they could have they would have

Charged against the sun

When it beat down too fiercely

On the princess

Made the rivers to run

To fill the moat

When she was encastled

That no enemy might approach

Leave rose trees at her door

Asking for nothing more

Than to breathe the rose crowned air

This was chivalry

Fealty beauty as it was written down

A code of honour

Not of vile demands

A dream Arthurian perhaps

Brought down lost ages

A golden time

In which we tried to live.

Vicariously and secret vows

That some are living now.

mary angela douglas 8 may 2024


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