I have always loved mythology.
Especially Arthurian mythology.
This is a poem I wrote about the relationship between Arthur and his sister.
According to legend, Morgaine and Arthur were tricked into sleeping with each other at Beltaine.
Morgaine was to represent the goddess of fertility, Arthur the stag.
It was believed that their child would bring peace to Britain.
Unfortunately and tragically things didn't turn out quite as it was imagined they would.
A pure salubrious priestess
awaiting Beltaine for her seed,
A goddess to his stag.
Sunset, their Beltaine fire
his sceptre, her chalice.
A licentious lust.
A union never to be remembered
Their love never to be forgotten.
A Greek tragedy to a Celtic air.
Like Jocasta to her Oedipus,
Morgaine is to her Arthur.
A love once pure is now twisted
into a web of deceit and pain.
All because the hunter
fell in love with his Morgaine.