Knight of Batons

Picture: Knight of Batons, Tarot of Bologna.

 

Knight of Batons

 

I am this man: brash, quixotic,

Grubbing up roots as if

All of life were weeds.

 

My horse has trampled them:

A trail of wilting dandelions

Thrashed into oblivion.

 

I am ever searching

For some Grail,

Though cups galore

Lie shattered in my trail.

 

Poem by Giles Watson, 2005; revised 2009.

Done