Summer.
Ladies lumined white,
Sliding etched shadows, measured
On reeds, water depth.
Pathway...one.
Hands raised, Veil
Lifted...passage.

Tintagel.
One baby reaches
Chubby-sweet fingers
For its Mother.
Tucked, white-cuddled from
Castle cold...hands fold air.
The robed Mother denies...
Pendragon cries, screams.

One Summer Lady hears, turns,
'It is done, ' as waves wash Legend.

Excalibur.
Buried between realities.
Steel will replace the Mother.
Dragon milk nurses.
Arcturus, encased in Tintagel's lair,
Listens...a far voice sings
On Saxon Ship. Merlin nears.

Infant Vortex...circling,
Searching...
Until...all drawn in...
The infant is born
Again.

elysabeth faslund

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