Oars ripple silver in the stardark pool,
ancient silence haunts my midnight journey,
gliding on a lost lake full of jewels,
to receive what I might from its lady.
She rises to the surface, soft she sings,
reaches out pale fingers. No blade is here!
Where is the grail-sword for this broken king?
Voices in the reeds, eyes green mirrormere
prophesy the deed.
To twist history's tune
our cold hands clutch; I pull her to my side.
Black stained water bursts like a glassy moon.
Now Guinevere no kingdom shall divide.
Warm in my arms, my queen shall ever be
as constant as the rivers to the sea.
Eric D. Lehman is a professor at the University of Bridgeport in Connecticut. He has published travel and adventure essays throughout the web, but occasionally dabbles in fantasy and science fiction. He is currently working on five books in completely different genres: travel, mystery, academic, fantasy, and memoir. He is perhaps a little too ambitious.
© Eric Lehman
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