Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur
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“Than he com on so faste that his felyship semed as blak as inde.”
~ Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur
Let’s pity those who have to read this tome.
Soon after it reports the gilt-glow tale
Of sword in stone, the book becomes a gnome,
A dwarf-like, crippled tiny shape that’s pale
In writing stretched to make the dwarf a vast
Long piece of boring gallantry. This knight
Or king meets knight or king. The winners cast
The others down with axe/sword/spear. This plight
Of losers spreads to readers since they must
Read more and more and more of all the same,
The prose as interesting as long gone dust.
The fighting could be fierce; the words are tame.
..One page in ten contains a “like” or “as”
….Worth licking. Otherwise there’s no pizzazz.
