Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Court

Four Queens attend me: queens of earth and air,
of fire and water, ladies dark and fair.

Their eyes behold the every turn of fate.
Four youthful Pages at their sides await,

alike unto their mistresses in dress
and face, with wisdom theirs in no way less.

Four Kings most proud and mighty here hold sway,
just rulers yet hard men of war are they.

The elements must serve their each command.
With armored Knights of number same they stand,

their weapons and their tools beside them ever,
to see and know and act, to bind, to sever.

My Court, with staff and sigil, cup and sword,
does guide where I would stray, protect and ward,

advise most wisely when I know but doubt.
Though none might see what destiny deals out,

these images, these lords and ladies play
their game of choice and chance and come what may.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

If you don't get what I'm talking about here, the poem is about tarot cards. It was something of an exercise in trying to capture the feel of another time and place, the antique formal poetry of some Renaissance court and thus not completely 'serious.'

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