Shalott Poems - Poems about Shalott

Inspired by The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse Dear Lady of Shalott, I gaze at thee, and beauties before me, I count three in your time and place, remote. First, the beauty of nature’s scheme and lush expanse of a wild stream. You’re lost in some sad river dream, on your little boat. And, yes, this gorgeous tapestry, and candles...

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I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott, "Be content! Don’t be so distraught! You may long for the world of Lancelot and Guinevere ~ but let me tell you what’s about to happen there ~ they're about to lose everything they've got." ...

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The Princess of Shalott Inspired by The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse Tucked in the overgrown forest Deep in the woods lies a castle Shaded by teeming pine trees. There the princess seeks freedom Tortured by lifeless brick towers Rejecting the murky skies. The princess had...

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The Lady of Shalott When turbulence in water sounds, And darkness of night mounds, An aura of loneliness surrounds, And heart in the chest pounds, Lady of Shalott stands on the roof of castle, Can see him from far sail in a boat, Wearing an obvious yellow fur coat, Boat drifting with waves yet afloat, Her pulse thumps fast of inside hassle ! Waiting for...

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Two young lovers in wakeful bed, Love-talking after they were wed, His arm a pillow for her head, Remembered words, poetry said, Old tales retold of Camelot. Learned the artistic jewel Years before in grammar school; Unwinding reflection's spool Envisioning Shalott. Their lifetimes, year by year, went by, Four babies came, sweet lullabies, Sometimes laughter, sometimes...

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In twilight’s chill, there wafts the sad lament of one whose Camelot will be her doom. She drifts - like fall to winter - to her death. She whispers, as her candle light is spent, “Oh, Lancelot, this boat will be my tomb!” and longs for his warm kiss with her last breath....

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Upon the tragedy we now embark with silken scarves tied loosely 'round our mouths down rivers algae ridden to impart the when's, the why's, the where's and then the how's. We slick our hands upon the river's skin and stand on shaky boats to take our bows without a second thought to what's within or why the audience is on the shore inspecting...

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