Monday, November 12, 2007

The Lady

Behind the mirror quick she stumbled,
Urgent imprecations mumbled,
By this mass of onions humbled,
As they toppled o’er and tumbled
In the barn at Camelot.
But naught could stem that ochre tide,
The mirror crack’d from side to side,
“The curse has come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shallot.

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