NaPoWriMo 4: In a Quixotic State of Mind

[faerieboots]

This one is my first Real Poem of the season, and I think it's a topic I should write more about. A lot, a lot, a LOT of y'all described me as 'idealistic' in my recent Johari. Perhaps not coincidentally, the second-most common word was 'silly.' 'Idealistic' can mean a lot of different things...


It took years to don this armor just,
and the world learned, and the world turned
while I thought of paper windmills,
and sky-castles in the sand.
But I built my dreams and turned my gears
and knelt at all the altars;
I knew I'd return a White Knight
here to save her world so fair.

And it was heavy, oh so heavy,
plodding out for justice-jousting,
with my texts and lance and trinkets
and ambition for a helm.
But I swore I'd fight forever
on that first day in the sunshine;
I would slay the finest dragons
and then all the stands would cheer.

And I was not downed by that first thrust,
but one now grows to many,
and though I cling to high horse, fevered,
slow I shiver down its side.
One day I'll slip, brain-bruised and spinning,
while the world skips by without me
wearing robes of hellish glory
spun from finest dragon flame--

but I'll rebuild my dreams and turn my gears
and kneel at better altars;
try my best to save a White Knight
here to save her world so fair.
It took me years to don this armor rust
and the world churns, and the world burns
but I still face paper windmills,
and build castles where I can.

Since this one is an actual poem, by the way, I particularly welcome feedback on it.

**Me**