Relics of the Round Table
those few who survived,
the knights who once fought
at King Arthur's side.
Weathered and wiser,
still striving for right,
though they know full well
each day ends in night.
Gone is the glory
that woke in the world;
withdrawn now the grail,
God's grace tightly furled.
Camelot long lost,
the king laid in earth,
but even in darkness,
their virtue has worth.
--Mary Soon Lee
Poet's Notes: This poem is part of a group that I wrote about the Arthurian legends. The poems included a fantastical take on the cats of Camelot, another about Arthur's dog, and a poem previously published in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review about a girl pulling the sword from the stone instead of Arthur http://www.songsoferetz.com/2018/06/renunciation-by-mary-soon-lee.html. This poem is one of two about what might have happened to the soldiers and knights after Arthur was gone. It's also one of the relatively few poems in which I use rhyme.
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