Poem: Bercilak de Hautdesert

By Jack Brummet

Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,

A battle-axe in one hand
And a branch of holly in the other.
Bercilak de Hautdesert asks if you want to play a game.

You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.

The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him

At the Green Chapel New Year's morning

For his his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
In his arms as he slips away.
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