ElaineA Poem by Chris Shaw(Sophie Anderson 1823-1903 walker Gallery Liverpool)
A funeral barge carries the cadaver of Elaine,
supine on a bier, she is young and beautiful A decorative blanket, embroidered in fine stitches show flora and fauna on a background of rich gold silk Her lengthy red hair cascades in abundant waves, streams over a soft pillow where her head rests Skin, deathly pale, hands cross on her chest she clutches a white lily, a sign of purity and a letter At the bow, her faithful servant sits, an oar in one hand, the other screens his face as though he weeps with grief A heraldic shield, displayed above her, and through the trees leafy on the bank, shafts of sunlight break through They cast brilliance over her as she floats slowly, slowly downstream to Camelot and King Arthur's castle Where her dear love Lancelot, a Knight of the Realm abandoned her in favour of Guinevere, the King's wife Lancelot will read the letter, which declares her undying love I surmise, the expression on the windows of his soul
© 2018 Chris ShawAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on June 13, 2018 Last Updated on June 13, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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