I'm not, by nature, a poet. You might see one or two poems turning up on this blog -- at least two, given this post! -- but I don't promise they're any good. Just like I very earnestly wrote novels as a fifteen year old, as a thirteen year old, or thereabouts, I very earnestly wrote a lot of frankly terrible free verse. Now I tend to play with the very strict forms poetry, more to amuse myself than anything. The poems in this post are both fairly recent (the sonnet is, in fact, hot off the presses).
Both of them are Arthurian in some way, and both are about death. Oops? More commentary below the cuts, with some discussion of more general Arthurian stuff.
( Click here to read 'Ragnelle's Lament for Gawain', with commentary )
( Click here to read 'After Me', with commentary )
And now you guys know what my poetry is like. This feels kind of like showing my butt in public. Eek.

This work by Rhian Crockett is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Both of them are Arthurian in some way, and both are about death. Oops? More commentary below the cuts, with some discussion of more general Arthurian stuff.
( Click here to read 'Ragnelle's Lament for Gawain', with commentary )
( Click here to read 'After Me', with commentary )
And now you guys know what my poetry is like. This feels kind of like showing my butt in public. Eek.

This work by Rhian Crockett is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.