Lady and Her Knight

Lady and Her Knight

Lady sends her knight before his journey on a far-flung place with her token, expressing her sentiments before his absence.  Ladies and knights merge together.  Ladies and gentleman unite.  Her best suitor?  The Duke.  The duke is the highest ranking member of society.  (I have yet to see a lady paired with a duke.)  But a lady and knight can have a courtly romance.  The lady who succeeds in becoming the high queen will rarely have any love interests, rarely having any; however, she can have a lady-and-knight relationship with one of her subjects.  High Queen is a woman of power and wealth, but she is complete opposite of the Rich Bitch.  And so it can be hard to identify her.  Elusive of any real relationship, she has an on-and-off meeting, calling for him and he responds.

The following poem is from my book, Render the Dream Beyond Yesterday, a memoir mixed with fantasy fiction.  My book includes poems written before some chapters.

In my book, the main female character meets Lasse (a male character whom she initially sees as her knight) at the budding age of sixteen.  Her perception of him is blinded by her green years, missing his fallacy, she is (at first) disillusioned by his front.  Not that he does not have any good points, she fails to see his bad ones.  And she learns as she matures that she cannot be with him, not able to realize a fulfilling relationship with him.  Lasse, not able to offer her a kind of relationship she seeks of trust and support, but of  trickery and treachery, she lets him go for one reason:  deception.



Lady to Her Knight  

(PG-13)*parental guidance suggested

My dear knight, I must let thy go, in relief of thy duty

Thy stay here longer by my side, thou fall by the wayside,

Ours was a time gone by, the halcyon days spent long ago,

By each passing hour I occupy myself as they pass by,

Counting the hours moving inch by inch, enervating me,

I remain and sojourn near my hearth and dome,

Whilst thou crave for the city’s keen and finest,

Thou dost go after, dash ahead at the crest of the wave, 

Spending at this respite would be of thy disservice,

Mar mine and thine life to come— of coterie, of prosperity,

Stately days on the shores of day have been a potent pervade,

High tides of sea crashed under the crescent moon with ferocity,

During the green and tender years, I’ve been under budding sight,

Thy sentiment is not to buttress, but a treacherous device.