The Grail

 Come, he said. Taste this

And know the sweetness of my golden cup.
No! I screamed and ran, nowhere to hide,
Nor room to rest in, nor with which to sup.
 
Miles down the road toward bitter freedom
And years beyond the memory of The Grail,
I dared look back one starry night.
My spirit shuddered at the sight
 
Of who I once was
What I'd done.
 
How far had I travelled?
How long had I been gone?
I only knew I must return
And claim that cup as mine
 
I doused the fire and, by the stars,
I made for my old home
But my legs were weary
And the path was overgrown
 
I slipped and fell along the way
Between what was and is
Then, in a fever, dreamt of love
Remembering... something....
 
I heard him bid me take a sip
Of poison to a faithless lip
And watched the children
Lapping up the flow.
 
I ran from love a thousand years ago.
I swear I didn't know. How could I know?
 
© Teresa Mayville

 

 

Sibling Rivalry

I dusted off the memories of things I'd done to you
Thirty years of hiding kept them very well preserved
A lifetime of regret was buried deeper than the grave
I desecrated when I said those words

"I'm sorry," I choked and gasped and wretched
Convulsed and wept and purged and prayed
"I'm sorry, little brother."
It was all that I could say

I laid a lifetime of regret upon an altar made of stone
Lit incense for the thousand little cruel things I'd done
Made sacrifices of the many lies that I had used
To cover up the travesty - I lived instead of you.

© Teresa Mayville

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This is a link to one of many poems by one of my favorite poets, Frederick Andrew.

War of Words

Out
on the
battlefield
of character,
complacency is
our greatest enemy
and humility our friend.
Modesty is our champion,
while adulation falls to the earth
like bullets shot that have no thrust or force.

© Teresa Mayville

 

 

Her Smile

She struck my senses, drew my eye
Reflected heaven in her smile
Like a queen, she sauntered by
This is what they mean by style

I'm crestfallen. I'm betrayed

By dowdy garb and calloused hands
I shrink before her as I fade
Then I remember who I am

I'm the goddess of my realm

Creator of my world
Diamonds cannot buy one day
Each moment's peace, a pearl

I prefer the silence of a cool September day

The warming comfort of my child's embrace
The calm and soothing waters of a secluded lake
Simple pleasures, I have modest tastes

I would never want to live a minute in her shoes

Who doesn't know an easy joy like mine
I can't help but pity her the love she doesn't have
Now I can see the envy in her smile
 
© Teresa Mayville

Initiation

He held my hand and walked with me
Forever and a day
Tearful in my penitence
I knew I couldn't stay
From the perfumed palace
Of my nearest, dearest dreams
I made to run to angry skies,
Let thunder drown my screams
From beyond the universe,
Lightning paled my face
Time my never-ending one
To leave this mortal place
Time to put to practice
What you learned at Master's feet
Time to be the one
We always knew that you could be
Release the things you're grasping
For they aren't even real
Embrace the truth, be comforted
By things that you can't feel
Do not fear oblivion,
Nor the sting of death
Don't clench your fists, your teeth,
Do not hold your dying breath
Remember who you are
And with pleasure lift the veil
As if you'll live forever
Because you surely will
© Teresa Mayville

 

 

 

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