labyrinth

I found this poem in my archive written during 2012 and revised this morning, before breakfast tea.

 

A dream from 12 May 2012:  I was wandering, came across a small, neglected field, and noticed a statue in one corner.  It was a knight on his horse who had fallen over.  I tried to right the knight.  Carvings in stone surrounded the corner where he lay.  Stone carvings of the knight.  I stepped back, turned to view the field, and saw the ancient labyrinth.)

labyrinth

 

oh, labyrinth of ancient time

 

I walk your paths

 

look what I find

 

the knight who in your northwest curve

 

stands as stone

 

sad countenance

 

masked with fierce loyalty

 

while beneath his steed’s hooves

 

runes, ancient carvings speak

 

of pilgrims past, who long ago

 

walked these grassy turns

 

© 6 August 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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