swirling swords
behind snow forts, hands
activated with
walloping tosses
readying for a bold
frontal assault
days of the Round
Table alive, as
knights charging across
our parking lot.
And in a Nursing Home
not so far away
an old knight, Grandpa
remembers
his days of Camelot
fingering snowballs
in his dreams
joyful times replaced
by wheel-skids
from a rolling chair.
And dusty in a corner
of his room, an old sword
from childhood days.
© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 19, 2011 - 09:43
Hi Richard,
this is wonderful and your Grandpa shares his passion
for Camelot and Knights with me. He must have been a
wise man.
I really...really enjoyed this poem so much.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | October 20, 2011 - 11:00
Jenny, folks like you make writing worthwhile. If only one can taste the same flavour of the moment as the writer does, then all is worthwhile. Thank you. Richard LP ps. I am enjoying coming back to writing poetry mostly now, although I also enjoy doing some short essays too.