The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott

A Poem by Kev Bickerdike
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Tennyson definitively wrote about this story, in terms of the poetic form, but here we go. I wanted to explore the idea of ending a poem with a triolet.

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An alabaster nymph

rivulets of ochre curls

fall about her shoulders;

November leaves wrenched

from their maternal boughs.

A melancholy Venus,

emerging from the river’s crest.

Arachnid like, her fingers

move across her yarn.

A reluctant Gorgon;

her slender breasts draw eyes

and imaginations upwards

towards that sweet
illicit stare.

But she can’t return your gaze,

as much as you may yearn.

Your face upon the waves,

she can’t return your gaze.

Though nights blend into days,

her eyes will never turn.

She can’t return your gaze,

as much as you may yearn.

© 2016 Kev Bickerdike


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Added on March 10, 2016
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