(Sir Gawain and
the Green Knight)
The Green
Knight came back from war
His armor low, his spoils high:
Trunks of
silk and weeping wives,
Gold and
wine and precious oils.
There was
one that did not weep
But laughed
in the Great Knight’s face,
And between
the Lady and the Knight
He stood in
a warrior’s stance.
Her Hair, a
golden-light yellow
In which
two knights sank;
Her frame
was contoured just right,
At which
all women dreamed.
Her lips
were crimson red; her eyes
Likened to
the sea, bluish-green
She wore a
see-through gown,
One that
all could dream…!
And at the
feast and by her course
No
man—save, Sir Gawain dared
And from
the distance, men-in-arms
Stood their
ground, and starred.
Florencia
made a hard stand;
And all
knew of her charms,
She held
her knight, rigid tight,
The Green
Knight in her loving arms.
Soon to
counsel the bitter stood,
Florencia
and knight to knight;
Who bade
Florencia to follow him?
Gawain’s
valor rang!
With long
faced anger, Gawain stood,
Then with
sword in hand he struck
(Face to face, in a warrior’s stance):
The Green
Knight, through and through!
There was
lost hope in this dismay,
With slash
and steel and words,
For his
sword, like lard melted through
And killed
Florencia as well…
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Note: here is
the poetic version of the long version, which has 53-stanzas, and tells the
story in full, of Florencia, Gawain, and the Green Knight’s romance, as told in
“Sir Gawain, and the Ghost of the Green Knight.” This shorter poetic version called, “Conte de
Green Knight” was written on the Platform, in Huancayo, Peru, 7-9-2007, No:
1901 /reedited 6-2009, Lima, Peru name change
To “Conte de
Green Knight and the Dark Seraph” Reedited a second time, 9-2010 (reviewed for
publication 1-2011)
