The Legend of Godiva
The sharp clip-clop of horse's hooves rang out on streets of cobblestone.
The rumbling of thick carriage wheels rose up to drown the restive drone
of voices raised in fevered pitch among large crowds who strained to see
the Lord and noble Lady who brought their wealth and fame to Coventry!
O Coventry, we heard the startling whispers of your fame!
The tailor told his stunning tale to lift your obscure name.
But, the Lady who is truly one who polished your bright star
bears a name that one who knows it will have loved her from afar!
Skin of lily-white, deep smoky eyes, and long, cascading hair
lend only beauty in reserve to clothe a soul much more than fair!
She stripped herself of selfish pride to ride against oppression.
then proved her passion for a cause against her own suppression.
Godiva dispatched words ahead to warn of her impending ride
with orders that one must refrain from peering at the world outside,
but Thomas thought to disobey the ruling as her missive read
and peeped outside as she was passing by his tailor shop instead.
A white steed pranced along the street; red velvet woven in its mane.
A crowned white eagle blazed upon a saddle wrought with crimson stain.
Lady Godiva, wrapped within a tumbling flow of unbound tresses,
wore nothing but one tender rose which paled beside what she possesses!
~~~~~~~~~ ~Poetry by gloryusOne~~~~~~~~~
© 28 September 2011