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KNIGHT of SWORDS

Posted in My Poems, Tarot Poems with tags , on October 17, 2015 by James Munro

KnightSwords
Grim, the prospect.
No love, no loyalty, left,
no present without strings attached.

But somewhere in the pack
“a verray, parfit, gentil knight”
rides out, a Fool on horseback,
a Fool trained in the arts of war
and chivalry. If anyone
can build Jerusalem in England’s
once green and pleasant land, it is him.
Or her.