NOT KNIGHT IN SHINY WHITE

Words from a Tarnished Knight

 

 

 

I have been a jester.
I have been a knight.
I have been a poet.

About love I do write.

Words full of laughter
And always full of wit,
Never really thought
Of love I could be bit.

Then I met a lady
Hair of flaxen gold.
Said she loved my words
And the stories that I told.

She was such a beauty.
With skin of silky white.
When the moon deflexed on her
She’d lighten up the Knight.

She said she really loved me.
But I took it as a whim.
Her friends would always say
How could she fall in love with him.

So I shined it on
As poets often do.
Then one day I thought,
Well, I really like her too.

But what could a poet do
With a lady of such class?
Thinking that a love affair
Would surely never last.

For I write about knights
And saving damsels in distress.
But when it comes to my love,
I’m a failure, must confess.

I never took the time
To really read her heart.
Wish I had a crystal ball
And a brand new start.

That shall never happen now.
Love again has passed me by.
I guess I'll never learn
How to give love another try.

Can not blame the ladies
They have given me their all.
Must be in my make up.
Maybe acting is my call.

So if you have a dragon
Read all my words with care,
For they are written specially
With a certain amount of flair.

Do not fall in love
With the words that I write
For I am a tarnished one,
Not a Knight in shining white.

 

A TARNISHED KNIGHT

Author's Note

ALL COMMENTS WELCOMED

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

This transcends so much in way of expectation. It is glorious.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Edit note:

Would "surely" never last

I love the poem and I am sure your poet's heart will find love. Keep writing and hoping and love will find you!

Great write!!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Captivating, a true rhyming read. The rhythm is spot on!

[Homeschool]

Chivalry is not dead...it just joined the WritersCafe.org. I love the idea of medieval love and imagery, of notions of commitment and valor, and all of these themes provide a fascinating back bone to the poem.
What really drew me in was the confession in the eighth stanza, for while a knight may be spectacular in most every way, there is always a flaw, and a human hero with real problems is always more engaging than a squeaky clean fake. Bravo.