Daily Archives: November 9, 2017

CCXVI

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

CONSEQUENCES

Silently the secret lovers crept,

Trying to believe they left no trail,

While ever Modred sneered and Arthur slept.

And rumors grew, and Modred was adept

At sounding true while plotting to rebel,

And silently the secret lovers crept.

Each tryst, they swore, the last that would be kept:

And thus they swore and fell and swore and fell,

While ever Modred sneered and Arthur slept.

Though Guinnevere in private sighed and wept

And Lancelot was lord of inner hell,

Still silently the secret lovers crept.

So closer to the precipice they stepped,

And tottered on the edge, but could not tell,

And ever Modred sneered and Arthur slept.

And so, headlong, the awful hours leapt

Toward death, the convent, and the hermit’s cell

As silently the secret lovers crept

And ever Modred sneered and Arthur slept.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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