Shalott's Curse

Crisp, the river cooled the passion,
inspired by a simple curse.
The Lady of Shallot simply wished for worth.

Deep within the weavings,
of her whispered web,
the Lady of Shallot saw earth’s eternal bled.

Cursed to live beyond us,
never to be among.
The Lady of Shallot fell in love with Lancelot.

This was doomed to failure,
for the lady’s burn,
her mark to keep on weaving… it left her without turn.

The mirror would not satisfy,
not when the lady’s eye,
was turned to good ol’ Knightliness-
and soon she fled to sky.

Yet still her curse rests lightly,
A thousand years have gone.

We see the world through mirrors,
and die when love makes one.

Oh, the curse was not to be beyond.
It was never to be loved.

Author's Note

The New Use Your Imagination Contest, last minute dabbling.

Reviews

[Aries1984]

Interesting take on an amazing classic.

[Crowley]

I love some of the words that you chose in this poem, especially the way you used crisp in that first line, and then the rest of the line was just awesome, set a nice feeling for it. "Eternal bled" I am not so sure about. Good feeling of love longed and love lost, the bitter tragedy that no one else can possibly understand. Nice job, I liked it.

[Wesley L Dingler]

that's really neat. a play on the Lady Shalott. and yes, i still use the word neat.

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[Coyote]

:)
good poem

[Sound]

I think this was remarkably good for a "last minute dabbling". The rythm is really good, almost like the thrumming of hooves. Really moving, also. Great job.

[Rie Sheridan Rose]

Interesting version of the story. Well done. :)