I'm a figment of a
nations
imagination
yet i'm woman
still
and strong

I embody all Queenly
graces
yet
naturally act like
Jill or John

What was the mad
Welsh Monks
idea to make me
like a pedestal?

Just so I could
fall from ancient
grace
have punishment
pushed in my face

'The Great Arturus'!
my Romano-Brit
Romeo-
I toy with you
you know I do

My lascivious
lover
Lancelot
well- I love him
wouldn't you?

Malory made
me a Goth
all swooning
wafty
toff

I was convincing
to silly Victorian
maids-a-milking
but still
Geoffrey mad monk
from Monmouth
made me behave

A thousand lonely
years to sit
and wait
for liberation
A high price indeed
to fit
a puzzle
to piece together
nation