Guinevere and Arthur

“One Night in Camelot” 

This endless day inside our hall

is silent now, is done.

Come my love, let us walk the hills.

Our lands can wait, our kingdom sleeps

Above, the stars are calling.

So often, we have no time

to be just you and me –

right now I’m not a king.

My sweet Gwen

In this quiet night

when the guard dogs,

asleep like stones,

lie curled beside our door,

let’s slip out to breathe the breeze, to run and laugh.

Yes, my brightheart, come!

I take your hand,

softly kiss your fingertips,

as we disappear

into the dark.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Riga, Latvia, copyright 2011, 2013

Tristan and Isolde. Erec and Enid. Lancelot and Guinevere. Those are some of the couples which usually come to mind when we think about King Arthur love stories.

But what about Guinevere and Arthur themselves, or Arthur and Gwenhwyfar, to give both the king and queen their Welsh names? What would things have been like, if they shared a great love, and that was the love we remembered?  This piece is my attempt at imagining a moment of tenderness between the royal couple.

A quick update, long overdue: I’m happy to share with you that this piece was published in the Spring 2013 edition of Garm Lu: A Canadian Celtic Arts Journal. My sincerest gratitude to the editors, and congratulations to all contributors.

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