Knight’s Return

Shristee Singh posted under PenMuse-12 Poetry on 2019-10-12



Cold was air when he left Leaving her lone, bereft With pinning sweet and long Ere he galloped furlong Tears trickled from her eyes Praying she looked at skies. Six seasons had gone by Making the green land dry. On sixth juncture, sixth moon On highway was platoon. Homeward was the Knight bound Riding with wind on ground. Clock struck six, she ran out. Her heart clouded with doubt. 'My Knight, return safely!' Stories wafted gravely Of the clash of kingdoms Cavalry raged fearsome. The sound came fluttering Twinkling and glittering  From cerulean sky Where dandelions fly Boarded on Zephyrs back Swishing forsaken lack. Transforming all corners Saluted with honour. Whizzing and whirling air, Accruing in prayer It settled on lips tight When she saw her brave Knight. Magic was in the air Winning trumpets did blare. Lady was enraptured With memories captured. In her Knights arm she was  After he won applause. __________ __________