Each Friday I post a poem from my archive, until I run out. This one from my series set in and around the Arthurian legends; in this poem Taliesin, Arthur’s court bard, responds after Arthur asked him to see the future.
Lord king, forgive me that I do not tell you all I know,
For I have spoken with angels and stood in the Presence.
I have seen mysteries it is not given to men to understand,
And have witnessed the steps of the dance of the stars.
I have interpreted the sayings of the wise
And clarified the meaning of the learned ones.
I have read the future in the stars and foretold my own death.
Instructed by the lectionary for the day, I read:
“How fair upon the mountains are the feet
That bring good news.” The feet of the king
Are beautiful; his tidings are those I bring.
Lord Arthur, you would not wish for me to sing a lay
Of your high destiny, for your future, though sweet, is bitter,
And the song of your time is sad. But you insist.
You will be denied the peace of death
And the honor of life, for as long as my sight lasts.
I have read your weird. Backwards, it is a great destiny.
Forwards, it begins in happiness and ends in sorrow and war.
The first version of this poem was written somewhat early in the series, probably my senior year of high school. Like the last poem I posted from this series, I probably revised it somewhat around my junior year of college, and again slightly while preparing it for posting. As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve posted on my blog.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.