The Knight on beholding the layde as she bathed

As she captured and held him enthralled.

 

Wooden words to the waste I cared

were written yet for thee

to haunt this step I infrequent wept

and criticised the free

 

I rode this wood and dumbfounded stood

in watching thee disrobe

and bathe in this lake, thy appointment make

my life of one discord

 

Alas poor fool, once seen this jewel

lone bathing naked be

 I bury my heart, all trusting impart

and give to thee my key

 

for once I saw, life be no more

a knight without true cause

I'd sell my soul, angel fall

my doom completly yours

 

Unless it be for thou to see

an instant for thy shine

delivering a belled peal ring

and shouting I am thine.

 

For once thou stepped with crystal wrapped

wet from thy wondrous pool

I had no cause except because

bespeak thy truest fool

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Furthering the story of the Layde and the Knight an ongoing collaboration between myself and SM Davis
See the complete series on her profile page

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

Was never much of a fan of Old English, and it's a good thing that I sold off all my Shakespear plays. The trouble with old english is that it takes the emotion out of the words. The words feel ... aloof. Yes, it does tell a story (one that ought to have belonged in medieval times), and the story does end up sad and destitute for the narrator ... I still would have preferred it in modern english. Or isn't that why my old man took me to school after all??

[Gandré]

this is so wonderfully flowing like waves. that's why I love English language, it is just like an ocean with its waves... and your verses hmm .. this was his prominent action, that thrusts itself into attention and his calling her in thoughts was delicious. He truly was filled with delight. Loved the last stanza! wonderful series you both produced...I have read her poem, too.

[Rhine Wolf]

how i wish to have been that knight, at thoes waters edge! you are truly an artist and the colours lituarly fly of the "page" Brilliant.

[George Love]

Almost like David spying upon Bathsheba. Well done!

[Fran Marie]

Alas poor fool, once seen this jewel

lone bathing naked be

I bury my heart, all trusting impart

and give to thee my key



I love the Olde English in this piece paticularly the above stanza



A captivating and well crafted piece by two talented writers~ A wonderful blending of inks
in this Collaboration of Knight and Layde~Well DonE!! Ken and Susi!~Fran Marie

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Great work the two of you...well penned, sensual and compelling. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[SM Davis]

She doesn't know he's there but feels his presence just the same. There is no greater honor for me than to learn what I have from you in this project. Your words both inside and out of the story are both eloquent and honoring.

[R J Askew]

Stiring stuff. Like the idea of a bit of chivary bursting forth in these grubby materialistic times. And the pool seems a calming place. Perhaps. And we all end up as fools if we venture into the love forest...but nowt wrong with that.