Guinevere

I loved the sun and it burned me.
I loved the moon and it was cold.
I loved the wind and it thrilled me.
I loved the earth and lost its hold.
         In the garden, where the primrose lie.
         In the garden, where my lover hides.
 
With foxglove woven in my crown
And daisy petals by my feet,
I dared to beg the ages how
To bed a knight and wed a king.
         Stubborn, but never decided.
         Through torn, but never divided.
 
I don the white of groom’s bride veil,
My love calls me the winter snow.
I lose it to a may-spring gale,
My love calls me the yellow rose.
         But who am I, twice cupid cursed,
         To court the myth and love the verse?
 
I loved the sun and it burned me.
I loved the moon and it was cold.
I loved the wind and it killed me.
I loved the earth and lost its hold.
         Bury my heart in the fitful sea.
         Avalon has no door for me.

Written in the 2000s. I was going through an Arthurian myth phase.

medium, short, rhyming, myth / fantasy, romance, fairy tale series