The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson is a short poem. If you’ve never read it, then don’t read this until after you do, because I do spoil the ending in some of my musings. You can read it on the Poetry Foundation.
This was published as part of my Clearing Out my Drafts Goal.
Featured Image: I took it at Metcaf Bottoms at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson then you’re really missing out on one of my favorite poems of all time. It possibly is my favorite poem.
There’s something absolutely magical and classic about it, perhaps its the inclusion of Camelot, or the tragic ending. It serves as a strange insight into human nature, the most stark example of wanting something you can’t have and being willing to die for freedom. Does it get more human than that?
The Lady is like a ghost, locked in a tower like all good stores – like Rapunzel or The Book of a Thousand Days – except in this tale there is no hope of escape: to do so is to accept certain death. But she chooses it anyway, and dies for what she chooses. But she dies happy, because she’s finally free.
If Game of Thrones can do it…..