A holdfast moment to bind us in safety,
As bomb-proof an anchor as any cam or friend.

The book was yours years before it held me,
Before Bedivere by the water’s edge.

A once and future trove of line drawn paladins,
Feet thrust into stirrups, pennants and courage high.

Sweeping fifties gothic, like full-plate Cadillacs,
Lances couched to vanquish any doubt.

And that’s me! And that’s you!
At the old house, or on a beach somewhere.

Pinning certainty to the surface of each print
Struck home with a finger like Damascene steel.




About stevedsmart

Steve Smart is a poet and visual artist who also has experience in information design. View all posts by stevedsmart

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