PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Ode to King Saul’s Son

Stately you stand, Prince Jonathan,  

signet band resting on your noble finger.  

In the pine-scented hall you set aside your crown,  

cloaked devotion shining in your squire’s unwavering gaze.  

Your sword left at court—its scabbard scarred by battle—  

your generosity fed my soul as much as our shared feast.  

Proud brothers in dawn’s mist, we chased the horizon’s glow,  

laughter like silver goblets ringing through marble halls.  

Your hearth’s warmth banished hunger from my lips,  

and at your side, no shadow ever crossed my path.  

By candlelight and canopy of stars, you offered me your place,  

heart pure as pressed grapes, the finest fruit of the vine.  

O gallant Prince, felled on Canaan’s ash-strewn field,  

my soul still echoes your final cry.  

What crown will weigh so heavy on a friendless brow?  

Saul’s kingly diadem now rests upon my head,  

a burden unspoken, tribute carried at the edge of night.  

How can one repay the debt of love that shames all coin?  

I lay your signet upon the altar of my memory,  

ink and song my oaths to honor you.  

Let the Scroll of the Upright declare our bond unbroken,  

and in the Song of the Bow, let praise of your filial love resound.  

Prince of Israel, in every breath your name endures,  

etched in dawn’s first light, forever inscribed.