By the light of day if the truth be told
I fell through a wormhole into a strange land
Where a collector’s paradise I found.
Odin’s eight-legged horse, Sleipnir
Ready to let me ride upon his back
Old power shot through the reins
Images of a long-forgotten time
Lodged in my mind, a story to tell later
Arthur’s sword, buried in the stone
Dare I touch the hilt
Feel the magic of the fifth century
Run through my arm
Words cannot describe how this felt
Taking my mind on a journey
Where Lancelot kissed Guinevere
Destroying the peace of Camelot
The Round Table broken; the Knights scattered
Guinevere imprisoned in a Nunnery.
Laying my hands on the Holy Grail
sent my mind spinning
my body back to where I belong
2020 with more yet to tell…
©anitadawes 2020
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