Blanchefleur stands. O Guinevere the queen,
She was your sister once, or is it will be?
Times are all askew: what never was, or will be.
Ages, names, times, and titles,
All are lost in a swirl of years
Yet weigh on me as a burden of tears.
Distractions wheel about me.
I lose the mathematics of space, but gain
The fiery, intellectual passion of time.
Blanchefleur is daughter of kings
And kin to princes, heir to empire
And worthy of praise. Thanks be to God
For a magnificence such as her
In his creation. It gives a view of himself.
It was our first or second meeting,
In a contest of poets and a challenge of bards.
I had advanced further than I saw fit.
And then I met her in the final song;
The disputation vanished away.
I formed the song, and she the verse.
She showed me what poetry was
And discovered the music of the spheres
Through the Almighty through me.
As you can gather from the title, this is from my series of poems set in the Arthurian legends; I think I wrote it late in my first pass at the series, then didn’t revise it much when I did a mass-reorganization, and only recently returned to it again to edit it in preparation for this publication.
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This poem is also posted on my wiki.