Arthurian Legend/Original: Poetry: Swords

[lferion]

Title: Swords
Fandom: Arthurian Legend/Original
Rating: G
Length: 170
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Fisher-king motifs
Picture is from Woody Blackwell's site and is a knapped fire opal.
Summary: What wounds might sword blades heal?




Swords
Your rainbow fire draws me, eye and mind
Seeking warmth and curious - (might this hand wield my song?)
So light and lithe and live within your frame.
What makes the fire burn?

The brightness does not bind me, beckoning,
For all that it attracts - but the paradox of pain you will beyond,
Compelling me to presence, pierced with need.
What wounds might sword blades heal?

An outer hurt owns sympathy, an aspirin ease,
My wounded kings bleed inwardly as well — perceived in steel
And all my understanding staunches nothing there.
Why is that land laid waste?

I fear to tread to close, confess by look or touch —
Confide-ence and respect too dear to lose or too hard try;
My silence offers art, your choice employs.
Who comforts crowns, or blades?

Oh, turn away, beloved, that you not see me weep
You are not mine to cherish, nor protect, to ward or hold
My soul is shaped a sword, a song, intent for use
Whose is the hand, and where the sheath?

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