P.J. Monroe's Published Writing

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Guinevere's Last Days

To her, they brought his body,
Which was dirty and bloody
And devoid of the life she loved;
Next to him, on the convent floor,
She kneeled and prayed to God
That He might shine a guiding light

She prayed until the morning light,
Until there was an ache in her body;
Still no answer came from God,
Even though she wore her knees bloody,
On that cold, stone convent floor;
No answer, for God was not the one she loved

Lancelot was the only man she ever loved;
Without him, her life was without light,
As cold and as dark as the floor;
No love, no life was within her body;
She wished herself also dead and bloody,
Perhaps then she could be with him and God

"What other choice?" she asked God-
The king, who she should have loved,
Would be alive but also bloody;
Perhaps, before the next day's light,
She should go, mind and body,
To stand before him, on the court floor

What would he do, seeing her on that floor;
He certainly would not praise God,
Nor ever again touch her body,
For she was no longer the one he loved;
He would cast her out of his light
And that day's dusk would be colored bloody

Or perhaps he would order her neck bloody
And her head to roll on the floor;
This might give him back his life's light;
For her death, he would praise God,
For God, before her, he always loved;
God to have her soul and he, her body

So with wrists bloody, she called to God;
And fell to the floor, next to the man she loved;

In the morning's light, to the king they brought her body

Hektor’s Aristeia

Promised a day of glorious victory,
Prince Hektor led his fighting Trojans,
Shoulder to shoulder, closing together;
In face of this mighty army, fled the Greeks
Their leaders lay wounded, bleeding, or dead;
Hektor and the Trojans reached their wall

Following Hektor to the gates in the wall,
The army knew no future but victory;
So many Greeks were already dead,
Yet, so alive the army of Trojans
There was faint resistance by the Greeks,
As the Trojans pressed at the gates together

All at once, the Trojans stopped together,
And looked up, high above the wall,
Circling over the heads of the Greeks
An omen that there would be no victory
That ill omen meant for the Trojans;
An eagle, his talons held a red serpent, dead

Hektor swore this day was not yet dead;
He drew the men close and together
They were the mighty Trojans!
They would not be stopped by a wall
And they would have their rightful victory!
Their army, mighty, would beat the Greeks!!

They were good builders, those Greeks,
Or else they’d have already been dead;
The Greeks cried out for victory,
But stayed and hid safely together
Behind their strong and well built wall,
Where they were safe from the Trojans

The wall proved unbreachable to the Trojans;
But Hektor knew how to finish the Greeks;
He grabbed a boulder and turned towards the wall
If any other man had tried, he’d be dead;
Men came around the strong Hektor, together
Hektor threw the boulder, broke the wall, brought victory

This is the story of the Trojans, who did not lay dead
And the story of the Greeks, and how the armies clashed together

And how the strongest wall could not stop Hektor’s victory