One Act in the Eternal Play of Ideas

For Arthur

Dec. 2nd, 2006 at 11:56 PM

This poem is a part of the Spec the Halls contest for speculative winter holiday-themed fiction, artwork, and poetry. You may find descriptions of and links to other entries at http://www.aswiebe.com/specthehalls.html

For Arthur

       Faeries have glided ice over pines
I myself have brought down stars for boughs
You have not returned
and when I think
                 you never will

              old Bedevere wakes
              beard in his nog
              whispers ‘yet’

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(Anonymous) wrote:

Dec. 3rd, 2006 09:11 am (UTC)

magical, i love it

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qassandra wrote:

Dec. 4th, 2006 01:33 am (UTC)

thanks :)

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ismaelson wrote:

Dec. 3rd, 2006 09:51 pm (UTC)

looking thru a list of calls for submission, i found this, http://www.ficklemuses.com, and thought of you.

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qassandra wrote:

Dec. 3rd, 2006 10:48 pm (UTC)

but my muses aren't fickle . . . they're outright bitches

:P

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(Anonymous) wrote:

Dec. 10th, 2006 06:11 pm (UTC)

For Arthur

Lovely little poem, Arthur being King Arthur and "Old Bedevere" his last knight. I especially enjoyed the first two lines.
I had a little problem reconciling the lines "You never will," and "Yet" Does Bedevere mean "not yet," or was he going to say "Yes?"

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qassandra wrote:

Dec. 10th, 2006 06:17 pm (UTC)

Re: For Arthur

I was going precisely for echoes of both those meanings.

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