I’m working on the final poems in a collection or poetry and prose titled, Red Line Wine, that I first put together in 1996. These are the poems and prose of my youth, of first love, of heartbreak, of dreams, homesickness, longing, of hope, and believing that anything is possible. I’ll have a little more to say about this work when the time comes, for now, I put together a book trailer for Red Line Wine, using one of poems from the collection, “The Knights of Stolen Roses.”
I hope that you enjoy it!
THE KNIGHTS OF STOLEN ROSES
Locked within the walls of the past, The shadows and secrets of living too fast, the memories bond the quiet heart, to the moments when the Knights did part... From the Top of the World the sun slid down, Darkness descended on the Court Jester Clown, Tinker Town in silence, forever fog bound, Distant trains and the haunted sound, The souls of seventeenth Summers, the beats of distant drummers, the heroes of war, or simply romance, for those who dared to take a chance, The midnight moon and shooting star, knowing when to push it too far, armored machines of lightning speed, testing the limit when feeling the need, Heart beating fast, living to tell, the days when Knights were raising Hell, A sweet little princess, and maybe, she might, Roses you steal in becoming a Knight. Trust was shared and rarely spoken, A promise made was rarely broken, Reaching for that shining brass, Good and Evil, through the looking glass. Dreaming of their future days, When Knights must go their separate ways, Only to dream of going home again, For boyhood Knights, make the strongest men. ...A shade, or two, will always remain, By which to know a loss, or count a gain, Fiery Red and Forever Blue, In everything you say and do. Much more than medieval fantasy, they wrote their own codes of nobility, Knighted, by their own free will. Is the Knight within you living still? Teri Skultety Originally composed, March 25, 1987