5:2: “Galahad, On The Eve Of The Quest”, by Mikal Trimm

5:2: “Galahad, On The Eve Of The Quest”, by Mikal Trimm
He held the future in his hand,
Alone against the vast Abyss,
And prayed to find a better man.

He railed against the dark demand
Of martyrdom, of Death’s dark bliss –
He held the future in his hand.

Not his, the fault, not his, the plan,
Not his! He wept, sought emptiness,
And prayed to find a better man.

The Holy cup lay in this land,
And were the Knights not born for this?
He held the future in his hand.

Lord, give me strength! I understand
That even Moses felt remiss
And prayed to find a better man!

Yet he received no reprimand
Of all his doubt-born bitterness –
He held the future in his hand
And prayed to find a better man.


Mikal Trimm has sold his speculative fiction and poetry to numerous venues. He currently resides in a little town outside of Austin, Texas, where he dreams of residual checks….

This poem came from the challenge of writing a villanelle (a strictly-defined poetic form using repeating lines throughout the piece) and an unshakeable fascination with the various elements of the Arthurian legend. This is the first (and possibly last…) attempt at the form I ever attempted.



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