Avalon - a poem by S D Wickett

Avalon is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.

Avalon is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett, and can be read below. For more of his poems, follow him on his Substack, Instagram account @songsofafoggedmind_ and Twitter account @essdeewickett.

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Avalon

I have ‘mares in the day,

That I’ll never be old,

And I’ll stay forever frozen cold.

Four score plenty and two score wished;

One score gone is one score missed.

In Avalon and other lands;

Where the world is but the pen in my hand,

When it hurt to stand,

And all around was barren sand,

And all my friends seemed sworn a foe,

And amber ridges hung so low.

When crimson came a sudden King,

And put me down with pings and blows and throws,

And crows were gathered in the yard;

Licking lips and looking starved.

Circling a carcas new,

Until the day I woke up true;

So in the day and in the night,

Death no longer gave me a fright.