The Knight’s Ennui

I needa field of half-mown timothy

a steady summer breeze

a setting sun in splendor,

her long, slanting golden rays

reflected on the armor stand

sentries by the gate.

 

I need

a fire ring set with iron pots

a brace of coneys stripped

a hand of herbs and salt to cook

the beasts with wine,

stewing there so perfectly,

their scent wafting to the field.

 

I need

a family to gather

a table heavy laden

a jug of endless mead to share

sweet as that late summer sun

sinking into purple night

while the fire is built to brightness.

 

I need

a star filled sky

a harp nearby

a glass half-filled

to fill again with drink

as the laughter of good friends

intoxicates our aching selves

after a day of long battles.

 

I need

a field of half-mown timothy

a steady summer breeze

a rising sun in splendor,

her long, slanting golden rays

reflected on the armor stand

sentries by the gate.

 

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May 29, 2013This was my response to Sir Tanaka’s Facebook status yesterday which noted that in light of his “ennui” he bid us answer the question, “I need…” “I Need…A Muse – and I Just Got One” was, while stunningly accurate, too awkward a title, so “The Knights Ennui” is the title instead.

 

– aneleda