Poetry: "Shalott" by Guy Gavriel Kay

[keilexandra]

Excerpted from Beyond This Dark House by Guy Gavriel Kay [p.76]:

Shalott

. . . and so forgetting
what I came to say,
I sense a shadowed loom
in the room behind you.
There will be no windows
save one and, of course,
one river only.
Then the mirror,
lacking, suddenly, you.
What you are
forces the tapestry: your hands
shaping fables, my steps
on the twisted stair.
I must ride past,
not at all myself,
you must look down, the mirror . . .

Comments

[fairfeather.livejournal.com]

I'm madly in love with "The Lady of Shallot," and thus I find this poem pure awesomeness. (And it's really great on its own merit.)