Camelot is a Moveable Feast to be Carried With You Always
A Moveable Feast
“If you are lucky enough to have lived
in Paris as a young man, then wherever
you go for the rest of your life, it
stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
~A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway
Rich tapestries hung on the stone walls, on the castle by the sea. Jewels sparkled, as all in Camelot prepared for the Feast.
The cooks in the kitchen polished pewter jugs and adorned plates of gold. A cauldron of lentil stew was stirred as steaming bread was sliced. Sweet marzipan and apples and pears filled the arms of carriers scurrying to the Great Hall.
It was the hour of the Feeste, “The Moveable Feast”. Like Paris, Camelot can seep into your heart and be carried with you, like a Moveable Feast, always.
Under ceilings with Michelangelo’s brush, hundreds of candles made the golden plates glitter. Musik of Mozart didst begin. And, at long last the Trompours sounded the happy trumpets.
Under the glittering light, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere arrived like a splendid dream.
Queen Guinevere was clothed in white samite, embroidered with pearls, and she was the fairest Queen. She looked over to her true love, King Arthur with happy tears.
King Arthur, so debonair, was dressed in velvet with satin slashed with silk. Rich with gold and ruby, he took his beloved’s hand.
His words were written in the depth of his eyes, as he looked upon his Knights, with armour splendid.
From his mouth flowed words of gentleness……..
Written by,
The Scribe of Camelot
Lady Sharon
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