The Unholy Grail
Over the toll bridge realm to realm the Prince
of Eden and Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures of my limerence
in she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
In the virgin waters of Point Erin
stood a siren in her fair beauty all -
my heart dared to want, and its flesh of sin
did upon your besotting favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court -
a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks,
the jousting grey knights whom over you fought
and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks.
O’ what forbidden enchantment was she
and what soft lingering kiss given me.
Written: April 1994
For Karin
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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