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Vivian laughed... It was her plan to trick him. The ghost of Merlin sighs... His surprise was the giving in To the dancing heat Of her soft glow... Her charms that Charmed him... He who thought he owned The charms of all a kingdom. Her Prince she called him, Playing with love's heart, Convincing even he That she adored him. "Vivian," his spirit cries As he weeps beneath the evergreen. Nothing but the angels Hear his tears That fall between The chants, the benedictions, The beat of Pagan drums. His tears... That fall between The fears that leap With every rope that sounds The monastery bell, Or hangs a witch, Completely dead, as well. The bells were ringing when Vivian Left him for a human dead. There, In the buttoned shadows Of the glen, She stole his magic With a breath of kisses While the stars came out, The moon shine smiled And crickets chirped Beneath the briars. Now His ghost only hears the bird That comes on snowy wings. The bird that brings the songs Back to him, remembering. The bird who sings The mocking words of Vivian, "Eat the grapes, taste the wine." Even in his death His sadness thrives... Hear it in the whisper Of the winds, In the chills that rattle Up his ghostly spine, Reminding him Of all the magic He once had Then lost so suddenly Because of giving in To Vivian. His ghost does testify Love's madness remains alive. Even in death This insanity Survives itself Curled within The root of every vine, In the flower, And all the grapes To live for always In the making of the wine. ["The Death of Merlin" was inspired by Idylls of the King by Tennyson] · · · · · ·
Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. Sandy is a Swans' kind of girl, our in-house poet. Do you wish to share your opinion? We invite your comments. E-mail the Editor. Please include your full name, address and phone number. If we publish your opinion we will only include your name, city, state, and country. Please, feel free to insert a link to this poem on your Web site or to disseminate its URL on your favorite lists, quoting the first paragraph or providing a summary. However, please DO NOT steal, scavenge or repost this work without the expressed written authorization of Swans, which will seek permission from the author. This material is copyrighted, © Sandy Lulay 2002. All rights reserved. No part of this material may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. |
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