Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

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ARTHURIAN POETRY RULES!

Gawain & the Queen

March 2, 2019

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a forest of fractals,
armour, aching, marooned
in dark blue. lance  
underarm;
gabriel’s horn in hand.
gawain gasps, gapes.
vermillion-on-green.
horse the sweeping swell
of squalled shore;
white on white on white;
forwards, charges-
he swings, soaring to
the oblique riots,
brutes
of war.
vermillion-on-green.
afar, clad in brambles,
pierced with pine,
with red hair drooling
down shoulder, thigh.
girdled in grit,
lord of hollows,
wild things,
morrigan,
sorceress,
queen.
vermillion-on-green.
on a thousand wings,
one for sorrow,
two for screams.
blackbirds, crows,
morrigan falls.
breathes fire, vines
snatch feet. the
rage of passion,
vermillion-on-green.
fighting, fighting,
gawain slices free.
sword splits trunk, root,
giants of shambling moss.
cleaves and clacks
past rot. gawain
wades and wages;
the ephemeral,
vermillion-on-green.
marooned in dark blue;
morrigan smells the ache
of spilt blood. the tight
wound wound,
its bleeding croon.
she parts the tall grasses,
waves the trees to stone.
takes her dress,
leaves it loose, grieves
it like wheat to
wind.
vermillion-on-green.
the queen bows.
gawain, spellbound,
sparrow in silver net,
spider struck, witch
luck. his horse
startles, roars.
he drops his iron sword,
stained dark blue.
flung out,
snared by earth’s song.
his eyes strange hued,
vermillion-on-green.
morrigan closes
his lips,
chasteless kiss.
she stretches up,
like the arrow of god.
oak barked back, the grooves
of virgin skin. she tastes
of silt, of soil, of sin.
the queen rises,
vermillion-on-green.
embraces entwined, twist.
gawain stumbles, fumbles,
raises a broken fist.
a caress with the strength
of a brute.
he dashes; closes his lips.
eyes flash cornflower blue.
he finds his sword,
sharp as a ship marooned.
vermillion-on-green,
white-on-blue.
plunges, plucks
into hearts open as
fruit. splits her,
lifts her,
and she screams out,
queen of hollows,
lord of wild things.
a thousand beating wings-
as she sinks,
as she dies,
moaning like the moon;
anguish and angst;
he sighs, breathes out.
flowers spring from her
bossom, bloom.
gawain sobs and weeps.
his lover, long lost.
he must bury her now,
too.
but first, he closes those
eyes,
dark green.
a heart bleeds out,
crooning violet,
weeping blue.


 

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  • paperbird

    part two is out!
    https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/105824/version/201877


    over 1 year ago
  • RNE

    this is so beautiful!! how do you write sooo well?!? i look up to you man, i'm going to go cry because this is so perfect.


    over 1 year ago