Chivalry

Nick Embrey writes,

lady, my arm is swollen like a trunk
and it bleeds thick and poisoned blood;
pus blocks my sight, my eyes have sunk
in their sockets; my mouth is all mud.

there, one ear lies on the green ground
and pales as I watch, I fall beneath
a rotting oak, stretch my arms around
a lower branch and spit out broken teeth;

yes here I am; my noble deed is done
lady, lady I am far too wretched for you.
I am of the day and I die with the sun;
my part is complete, pray yours continue.

Posted at 2:01 pm EST on the 28th of September 2008 by N. E. Embrey.

Under Poetry

There are 7 replies.
 
  1. Han says on September 29th, 2008 at 12:09 am

    “I am of the day and I die with the sun”

    do like, Nick.

  2. L. C. Russell says on September 29th, 2008 at 1:44 am

    *very long pause*

    I am at a loss for words. Which is quite unusual, might I add. XD

  3. Philip Hilton says on September 29th, 2008 at 8:01 am

    I like it. Very much. Although I think that you should change your name to “nick embrey”, a la e.e.cummings.

  4. Corinth says on September 29th, 2008 at 6:43 pm

    I… am still studiously not grimacing. :P

    But I must say, it takes some kind of genius to write a poem like that. :-D

  5. John R. Ahern says on September 29th, 2008 at 9:38 pm

    As I said, I’m still unconvinced by certain parts of it. But, actually, reading it through this time, the beginning images made more sense if the knight were actually bitter, what with that cold “pray yours continue” so inconsistent with the rest of the tone as a sarcastic dying curse.

  6. Alanna says on October 12th, 2008 at 10:12 pm

    I like this very much!

  7. ^_^ Lillian ^_^ says on October 26th, 2008 at 10:05 pm

    Rather morbid, I think… He’s dea’d, correct?