Muse
The
Lady lies in Lyonesse,
Her lore is lost to learning;
But lilting lyre and lustful love
Her image saved from burning.
Long
lay her lines in limbo lone,
Till loyalty came longing;
His lute lauded lost loveliness
In words with memories thronging.
Lest
land and living be belied
Language came limping lately,
So literates could learn the ways
To praise her progress stately.
So
may she ever stay with all
Who sing her praises newly,
And lend her inspiration's grace
To those who love her truly.
Go
seek her in the hidden groves,
Among the trees so tall;
She will reward her maids and men
Who heed her clear loud call.
8
am LEDBURN
9.7.1982
Copyright Noela M MacKenzie 1982/2001. All rights reserved.
This
poem is representative of Noela MacKenzie's collection of
poems, Rogue Alien: The Life, Loves and Exploits of an Extraterrestrial.
The author explores the many permutations of the mythological
figure from Robert Graves's The White Goddess, called The
Destroyer. For more information contact Noela MacKenzie at
[email protected].
Homage
to The White Goddess
