This is my tribute to Tennyson's "The Lady
of Shallott" which is one of my favourite poems. I wrote it because
I'd read a few things a friend had written which rhymed, and I got itchy
to have a go at that because I hadn't done it since school. So I
started with the mood of the famous poem, and a simple rhyming pattern,
and this was the result.
It's nothing flash and I haven't done any
editing...
Lonely Lady
She weaves her dreams deftly
With the serenity of night,
Waking from them with content
And memories both dull and bright.
But once hath she roused
And been about her morning dues,
Her mind falls into confusion
Over her dispositions dark hues.
Loungeing ungracefully calm
Upon the wood grain of her window,
Her gaze drifts temperately
Over misty hills wrought with woe.
She shifts with unease
And with a sigh of folorn,
Surveys the chamber with apathy
Resigning her soul so heavy worn.
The room void of company
And lacking warm atmosphere,
Yearns for the enhancement
Of discourse tender and sincere.
She longs to bear witness
To the delights of the soul,
To feel her heart blessed
And shared to become whole.
But no company satisfying
With a temper of good humour,
Will come to her so fortressed
Unless drowned in vilest stupour.
And so she remains in monotony
With her melancholic discomfort,
Waving away the pestering gnats
And wishing for quality sport.