Boat to Avalon
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| This picture is not mine, I found it on Pinterest. It inspired this poem. (which is the reason it is sitting here on this blog post) |
Boat to Avalon
Otherwise titled: How I Said Nothing in Six Stanzas
Through the mists of Avalon
Dark through bluish trees
Silently through the water
Not a stirring, not a breeze
Oars move without a splash
Through the white mists to Avalon
Standing at the prow a lady
The boat goes through and on
The lady stands so still
Fire brands lighting the way
I couldn’t be sure she even stood there
If she did, she stood as one of the fay
A grey white curtain hangs, then
At once falls back and dissolve away
The craft glides up, the light returns
As does the dawning day
But of Avalon I cannot tell
Though once I travelled there
My memories are shrouded
Clouded by mist and earthly air
I know it is a fair place
If it even does, or did exist
But it could be no more, than a dream
Shrouded by a white grey mist.
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