Brightly Woven Prince

by Joy Green

When I think of him, I think of laughter
Insouciant and wild
A thoughtless daring, care-for-nothing
Fearless as a child
When I think of him, I think of a garden
The heavy scent in the glade
The touch of his lips and the hard hands that held me
The tune that our bodies played

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And, oh, he was golden, my bright-woven prince
Courageous and witty and strong
And where heroes are numbered his name will be sung
And his deeds will live on in the song

When I think of him, I think of passion
Of midsummer, of a knife
Of blood in a bowl, unseasonal snow
The world come back to life
When I think of him, I think of a moment
My delight, and my surprise
Of the way I felt at his declaration
That the sun rose in my eyes

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When I think of him, I think of courage
Of a fate of ages, set aside
Taking the Warrior’s place for himself
Full of confidence, bravado, pride
When I think of him, I see his brother
There at the last, to help him die
When I think of him, I remember love now
When I think of him, I have to cry.

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