‘Visiting the Ruins of Tintagel Castle’ and Other Poetry by Evan Mantyk

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Visiting the Ruins of Tintagel Castle

I wander through a forest deep
__in Cornish countryside
And think I see some elves asleep
__And giants run to hide.

The branches gnarled like magic wands,
__Green velvet moss on trees,
The ivy cloaks around the ponds,
__Soft rocks bejewel the streams.

I wander further out to where
__The hedges wall the roads;
The open hills go rolling there
__As on the tongue roll odes.

Then smash the ocean hits the land
__And pounds upon the coast;
I see a battle vast expands
__And shakes my earthly post.

The Force of Man stands tall and proud
__Filled up with stubborn rock,
Draped in a grassy battle shroud,
__O’er eons, taking stock.

The Force of Nature peers right back,
__So endless, flat, and deep.
An earthquake or a tidal attack
__May make Man’s fatal sleep.

What’s speckled on the battlefield
__Midst stairways, bridges, paths?
The people small try not to yield
__To war’s long grinding wrath.

They’re pushing onward on their way
__With virtue in their hearts,
Creating beauty every day,
__Each waking, playing parts.

Gray castle like gray rock outcrops,
__Confronting timeless sea,
Here, perched upon green mountain top,
__King Arthur came to be.

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On the Launch of Cathay au Lait

Flush flowers: roses, lilies, orchids on
The flowing fabric patterned delicate,
Its wearer casts her knowing gaze upon
The tea from which rich fragrances emit,
Then lifts her crystal eyes with subtlety,
Suggesting that you join these splendid folk:
In dress as much in mind nobility,
Like figures whom grand tales have often spoke.
She calls you there to join their teatime spot:
A leafy outlook over rolling hills—
That view! Familiar yet the name is not,
A mem’ry hidden by her dress’s frills.
____She turns and pours something into your tea,
____Says, “Cathay au lait,” and motions to the sea.

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Early Experiences Doing Falun Dafa Meditation

I’d like to tell you that it feels serene,
But it does not, as all your thoughts in knots
Of sweet desires, mean fires, anything but clean,
Now tie you down defenseless to that spot.
And then a gamut of strange scenarios
Like contrived scenes onstage you wish would end
Play out before your eyes, which you can’t close…

When actors spent, who look like you, descend,
Your force of thought has weakened all the knots
So that the fetters easily fall off
And you float up through waves of glowing dots,
Your problems small, your majesty aloft.
These last ten seconds of the hour sit
Transform a year of mental sludge to grit.

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A Limerick

On reading Darwinian Fairytales by David Stove

There once was a ninny named Darwin,
A scientist but more like a charlatan;
He said “Man was made
Without Godly aid—
Believe then your sins I will pardon!”

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Evan Mantyk teaches history and literature in the Hudson Valley region of New York.