Gawain for Poem Shiny Green ace

Dark Night of the Stone

Freezing fingers clutch the silver cup

The thin but faithful horse stands grace

Equine feelings urge Gawain, “Go on”

The mountain stream adds ice; its own

Completing miseries’ embrace

——-

How did we come to this, Gawain?

His frozen thoughts; the pain, protest

How did we seek a place unknown

To pay the debt we shouldn’t own

From Christmas last, a bitter jest!

——-

He fingers coins, full purse of spite

“Perhaps I’ll buy a room!”

But round him snow and frozen streams

Speak far of warming tavern’s dreams

And icy wind that offers only doom

——-

A mind, half starved, breaks off a branch

“May I divine a place to Yule!”

The joke is lost on blackening fells

Which long for village evening bells

Far from that place where death’s the only rule

——-

His strength no more can fight the cold

He draws his sword and drives its mark

Into the earth, then at this cross begins to pray

In deepest heart beloved Arthur finds a way

And fire which needs no place defies the dark

©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2015

10 Comments on “Dark Night of the Stone

    • Thank you for the kind comment on Dark Night of the Stone, Michael. Sorry for the late reply – we’ve been visiting stone circles! Steve

      Like

  1. Pingback: Embracing Life and Death – Part One | stevetanham

Leave a reply to stevetanham Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.