Arthur Returned / by Brian Kunde

Arthur Returned
by Brian Kunde

From fifteen hundred years of restful fame
He stepped aboard the craft his sisters punted
From Avalon; to Britain’s need he came,
And off its hallowed shores its foemen shunted.
The victory won, he whiled his days in game
And feast and dance. Betimes his lance he blunted
In joust or mêlée, wooed some courtly dame,
Or watched the soaps, while other days he hunted.
He rode to fox, scrummed rugby, and he bet
At Ascot, ever seeking entertainment.
Long ages lived in laurels vex and fret
Lost kings, though fine the fare and rich the raiment;
The women willing, and the whiskey wet,
And no one broaching any word of payment.
Yet oft, lost in his legend on the telly,
He’s moved to ask, “Who is this Lance-lot felly?”

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Arthur Returned

from Unadulterated Delights : Poems, 1st ed., Jul. 2016.

1st web edition posted 1/10/2017.