Guinevere
Literature does not lie
About things like this,
Does not shout,
But whispers, its words
Passing through courtyards
And commons, among people,
Hands pressed to their mouths
White as England.
History does not wink
And nudge the truth,
Despite wry glances
And rumor, the torn gowns,
The tattered silk,
But fixes you
In place, there amidst
Camelot, still and conniving,
Where you cannot escape.
Perhaps you could once pass
Through the walls of art, effortless,
As though stepping from a bath,
Could walk free in the forest,
Love sweet as wine on your breath.
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Kristy Bowen's work has appeared most recently
in Moon Journal and on-line in Poetry Midwest. She holds
a B.A. from Rockford College, where she won the College Poetry Prize of
the Academy of American Poets, and an M.A. in English Literature from
DePaul University. She currently lives in Chicago.
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