At the crest you had a life that most would die for
and when he met you – smitten, though he would be cursed
A spouse with whom you shared a love both hearts adored
Alas, in time your fickle love became rehearsed.
At first the three of you – comrades beyond compare
Two spouses and a loyal friend, though vain he be
and irksome ’til he saved a life by pleading air
Yet from that hour it was destined – you and he.
Then three hearts broken – damned to live this bitter plot
The sear of love and kingdom lost – that were so near
Yet for a time there was a place called Camelot
– the fateful dream of Arthur, Lance and Guenevere.
Just Sifting 
Phenomenal! The paradoxical relationship between love and pain pervades this piece, and the lines, “The sear of love and kingdom lost – that were so near/Yet for a time there was a place called Camelot” truly capture something that occupies my thoughts lately: the impermanent treasures that emerge through human interactions that can ultimately become timeless, transcendent ideals that we internalize. Powerful verse!
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For a time there was a place called Camelot. And that story has rolled around and around and around. And there are winners but mostly there are losers. For there is and was not a Camelot, we must focus always on what is ahead of us, lest we stagger and fall, like the three. This is a beautiful slice, Deb. Once again your placement of words leaves me wowed. Brings me to tears.
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Thank you. One of my all time favorites, we watched it a few nights ago and once again it has remained with me for days and days, including the songs! Such a good study in the frailty of human nature despite the best of intentions and yet the blessings of hope and faith above all. No question – it had to be a blog!
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