Upon Reading Tennyson's 'Lady Of Shallot'

With fear to part exquisite threads
weaver, requite stagnant days in loom
doom heady closure, mirrored in room
for within your work, worlds are read

Lungs caught quick with congealed air
thy careful rebellion, quick to abrase
meet one free form, emit tendril haze
across the river, longing we stare

Tepid isolation pleading, do abide
a curse is on you if you stay
articulate fingers perpetually splay
leave not the crystal by your side

Escaping striations framed from creation
stay you do, pace you through cracked life
and for whom so you list causing strife:
Lancelot straddling earth with elation

Once sweet song turned sharp
as your face, solid, less holy
eyes as obsidian, but coaly
life spent as wind through Eolian Harp
Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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