When I saw Tess's photo prompt for the week's 'The Mag' I immediately thought of 'The Lady of Shallot' by Tennyson. I have unashamedly tried to incorporate some of his wonderful words into my poem. Think of it as an homage, and if you want to have fun with this click here to read Tennyson's immortal words and see which ones I stole (shared).
She stood by the window to borrow its light,
not to look out into the world beyond,
but to see what she'd left behind;
a past as darkly shadowed as the purple night,
so that she dare not look over her shoulder,
at the flickering images of her memory.
Instead, she peered uncertainly at the glass,
straining to see a glimmer of truth materialise.
Imprisoned by the four grey walls of her grief,
she reflected on the illusion of love,
the distorted mirroring of another life;
A woman who cared too much and was cursed.
She tried to concentrate on the present,
desperately urging her mind to see the future,
but she was already losing her grip;
the web of deceit was unravelling,
the cracks were beginning to appear.
© Marilyn Brindley 2012
not to look out into the world beyond,
ReplyDeletebut to see what she'd left behind
Looking back is seldom a good idea...
Oh, you have captured the descent into madness very well! Nice rhyming work too!
ReplyDeleteI love Loreena McKennitt - have every one of her albums.
So terrific to think of the Lady of Shallot. You've taken the prompt in a wonderful direction. K.
ReplyDeleteTennyson would love this...
ReplyDeleteA great capture in this. Lots of depth of emotions. Regret, sadness and longing. A whole range of really deep emotions which made for a lovely read. :)
ReplyDeleteYour theft is our pleasure...great job
ReplyDeleteA great homage, Nell! A beautiful treatment!
ReplyDeleteHank
tried to concentrate on the present reminds me of the power of now
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I like it. It doesn't hurt to glance back...just don't stare.
ReplyDeleteThe mirrored truth; our joy and our terror.
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Interesting - you quote Tennyson and I quote Burns...
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique perspective and what a wonderful idea, to borrow words and create something new and meaningful from them. I am reminded of how the stones from old buildings are built into the framework of newer ones enabling change whilst preserving continuity.
ReplyDeleteI like that analogy, I must remember to use it next time I pinch some words from a famous bard!
DeleteLovely... I especially like-
ReplyDeleteImprisoned by the four grey walls of her grief,
she reflected on the illusion of love,
the distorted mirroring of another life
Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, Nell, I got behind! You have posted two beautiful posts since last week. Your poem and that video are lovely, as well is the rose stamp post. Hope you are having a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteKathy M.
Well done with Tennyson's Lady. Most enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteThat really is a fitting poem. If every theft ended like this I'd encourage it! lol.....and a video to boot! Hadn't heard this song for years - nice to be refreshed!
ReplyDeleteVery well written. I specially like:
ReplyDeleteshe reflected on the illusion of love,
the distorted mirroring of another life;
A woman who cared too much and was cursed.
A lovely poem. I was motivated by it to look for Tennyson's sources, because it had a similar use of a mirrror to that of Perseus, when he couldn't look directly at Medusa without turning to stone. In that case, of course, it wasn't the protagonist who dies!
ReplyDeleteNow, why didn't i think of that?
DeleteExcellent write Little Nell!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ah, that time when the forward is gray and the past is full and colorful. Nice work!
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