When Bedivere dripped the juice between my lips
I’d not the strength to swallow
I called on Kay to ease its way
Now sleep must follow
Sleep arrives and my world takes flight
As across the lake, a weirdling sight
Of waters dividing
Of ladies silver-skinned rising
They rise and dive with exquisite grace
To scoop me into their watery embrace
Nine ladies each with a part of me
Each helping to set this worldly me free
They take me down
No fear that there I might drown
Deep into the waters of their mystical lake
There to sleep till a new call to awake
For those unfamiliar with the tales of King Arthur (if such folk exist) this was inspired by his long ago departure
crispina kemp 
A very lovely and magical tale.
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Thank you, Sadje 🙏💖💖
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You’re most welcome
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very gripping
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Thank you. Two elements in the image grabbed me. Poppy and Lake. And away I went
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And here I thought it was reminiscent of an Ophelia type character. Brilliantly woven!
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Thank you, Violet
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Amazing Crispina! I love your poetry, you should do a book!
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Some is OK. A few are good. But most are mediocre, at best. But I thank you for your encouragement. Maybe I’ll scroll through the poems I have posted on wp over the past 10 years, see how many are printable
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