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A creative assignment attempting to bridge the gap between the western tradition and post-colonial, indigenous literature prevalent on Canadian bookshelves.

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She rests,

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This woman of timeless history,

Nestled quiet in her tower built

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By packed snow and the steady thrum of electricity.

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She rests,

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Harrowed by hallowed memories,

Among coats of fur, thread-twine 

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And a mirror cracked mocking the absence of identity.

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She is a soul without a home -

A duchess without a royal throne.

She seeks to feel and yet cannot -

A dark haired, North-End

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Lady of Shallot.

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She rests,

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Beside the seat of lives window’s sill,

Her mirror broken without reflection

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Casting shadows and painting portraits wide in their direction.

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She rests,

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Watching the plight of her perpetual pack,

Sisters and sons weaving with the former 

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And dragging silk behind the scarred pelage of their tired backs. 

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She is a ghost of family’s past -

A she-wolf lost behind familial tracks.

She sees a war that cannot be fought,

This old blood, North-End 

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Lady of Shallot.

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Author's Note

Not my favorite work, as it pulled a lot of imagery from some of my previous materiel but the format seemed strong enough to post.