Best Arthurian Poems

Arthur's Land:
royal 
soil

Lancelot & Guinevere:
unjust 
in lust

Meeting of Knights:
able
table

Excalibur:
steel cone
in stone

Merlin's Temper:
wizard
blizzard

Morgan's Powers:
tragic
magic

The Lady of the Lake:
shady
lady

Quest for the Grail:
the goal -
find bowl

A Knightly Siege:
castle
hassle...

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Uther, the High king of England 
fell in love with the Lady Igraine
Knowing she was married to Gorlois
he decided to fight the walrus

For he was the Duke of Tintagel
that Uther wanted to mangle	
‘Thus he defeated his enemy’ 
and took her, his wife to be

The High...

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At Tintagel
by Michael R. Burch

That night, 
at Tintagel, 
there was darkness such as man had never seen...
darkness and treachery, 
and the unholy thundering of the sea...

In his arms, 
who is to say how much she knew? 
And if he whispered her name...
"Ygraine"
could she tell above...

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The battle for the kingdom was so intense
dead bodies were used to build defence
In the end few people survived
King Arthur, Mordred and Sir Bedivere ‘sighed

Now Arthur had forgot his enchanted sword
Excalibur, his mighty reward
He battled with Mordred in single combat
but was fatally wounded from Mordred’s...

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Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister,...

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Now it was Kay’s first tournament day
And he was competing in London away
Arthur had forgotten his brother’s sword
And was in trouble with his Lord 

In search of a sword he wondered alone
And there found a blade buried in stone
He pulled on the hilt, and slid...

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Uther’s Last Battle
by Michael R. Burch

When Uther, the High King,
unable to walk, borne upon a litter
went to fight Colgrim, the Saxon King,
his legs were weak, and his visage bitter.
“Where is Merlyn, the sage?
For today I truly feel my age.”

All day long the battle raged
and the...

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Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but our eyes were never the same,
nor our skin, nor our...

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At his wedding Arthur received
a magnificent round table, he was pleased
From king Leodegrances of cameliard
graciously covered, impressively carved

As time went by Arthur decreed
twenty four men that would up heed
He made them knights and brothers to him
to keep the laws and not to sin

Twenty four knights,...

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 I Am A King, Royal is the Stand
 Never Tethered, Just a Vagabond on the Precipice of Zenith Of Man
 On High Ground, I Stand Alone
 Noble and Chivalrous, No match for The Stone
 Solar Rexus on the Crest, I was born for Kingship
...

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Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield

The warrior a sage
—whose blood we all share

(Dreamsleep: September. 2022)...

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After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be parted.		

Through our long years of dreaming to be one
we grew toward an enigmatic light
that gently warmed our tendrils. Was it...

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The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men were afraid.
Only to worship in the farthest glade,
ever heeding the...

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Must It Be His Life?
Then What Must Be Vanquished For
Mordred's Betrayal?...

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