Summer. <br />Ladies lumined white, <br />Sliding etched shadows, measured <br />On reeds, water depth. <br />Pathway...one. <br />Hands raised, Veil <br />Lifted...passage. <br /> <br />Tintagel. <br />One baby reaches <br />Chubby-sweet fingers <br />For its Mother. <br />Tucked, white-cuddled from <br />Castle cold...hands fold air. <br />The robed Mother denies... <br />Pendragon cries, screams. <br /> <br />One Summer Lady hears, turns, <br />'It is done, ' as waves wash Legend. <br /> <br />Excalibur. <br />Buried between realities. <br />Steel will replace the Mother. <br />Dragon milk nurses. <br />Arcturus, encased in Tintagel's lair, <br />Listens...a far voice sings <br />On Saxon Ship. Merlin nears. <br /> <br />Infant Vortex...circling, <br />Searching... <br />Until...all drawn in... <br />The infant is born <br />Again.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-arthur-and-the-ladies-of-avalon/
