795649  Poems Read Home Login

 The Unfairness Of Angels

dreamweavertheunfairnessofangels
21st Century Galahad


Image Hosted by ImageShack.us
Image Hosted by ImageShack.us


I am a 21st Century Galahad
Equipped with the things he never had
I ride a bike not a horse
Although we both fight for the same cause
To find the Holy Grail
A perilous quest set to fail

The Holy Grail isn't actually Christ's Chalice
And Like the real Galahad, I would not believe this
In Galahads time famine and pestilence ruled
And onto the Grail quest they were fooled
Searching for something that was never there
But eager and desperate for hope, they didn't care

The Knights had a common bond with the sickness of the land
This is another thing which the both us understand
The Galahad of old wandered the decaying Britain
And 1000's of years on I do the same wandering London smitten
I see lost souls talking about their own personal quests on their mobile phones
Whereas Galahad fought for his quest as Arthur was dying on his throne

The landscape has of course changed since then
But not the hearts of forlorn men
In Galahads day they still thought the world wasn't round
I smile about this as I continue my adventure on the underground
It starts to rain as I walk into Richmond Park
The day is drawing in and the sky becomes dark

As I take out my umbrella and hold it a loft it makes me remember
About the saviour of Britain back then was also an object called Excalibur
I come to this park sometimes to escape and get away from London's madness
Nature's scenery and the constant drizzle wash away my sadness
With my Excalibur now used as a walking stick
I climb up to my hill, where I usually sit

And as I sit on my fallen tree under the branches of the trees
I escape the cities polluted sleaze
And just as the quest for Holy Grail came to Galahad
I think I must have had the same vision as he must have had
That the grail is not an object but a personal quest
The grail lies within your own beating human chest

It is the recognition of the person you are
There was no real need for me to go this far
To see that happiness is within yourself
And greater than any amount of wealth
I start to smell the rain on grass and the taste of fresh air
The dripping of rain drops that fall from the leaves above onto hair

I hear the birds in the trees, and the rustle of nature
And realise I am soon coming to the end of my adventure
I now know that I am a 21st Century Galahad
With same hopes, dreams and human soul that he once had









©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.

Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ]  [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ]   [ Search ]