This is the second of two pieces submitted at the request of the World Fantasy
Convention (2001) for a special CD-ROM they prepared for attendees involving
short fiction and poetry on selected themes. One theme had to do with
creating a myth or legend, the other was a linking up to earlier
writers (Malory, obviously, and Tennyson). I thought it fair to ask
Deborah to wait till after the convention to post them here.
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.
And 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 ...
This is the second of two pieces submitted at the request of the World Fantasy
Convention (2001) for a special CD-ROM they prepared for attendees involving
short fiction and poetry on selected themes. One theme had to do with
creating a myth or legend, the other was a linking up to earlier
writers (Malory, obviously, and Tennyson). I thought it fair to ask
Deborah to wait till after the convention to post them here.
