At the lost
summer palace a dinner was held –
invited lost lovers from heaven and hell
with trembling tears and roses of obsession
the procession began
weaving loose threads into silken tales
captured in threads of whispering tears.
The lovers looked upon the flames of waves
and the splintered thorn – all that was left
after the lost petals of the rose
with the last frozen kiss
were laid down in red silence –
just embers of the once devoted hearts.
At first the trembling tears shed,
gave no promise for a lively evening –
but the Lady of Shalott
set before each place a magic draught
soon tears were forgotten and love born again
were captured in threads of lost memory.
Only the good remained, lost were the wounds –
ill spoken words and untimely deeds faded –
left only were the sweet sentiments of love —
at the lost summer palace
merriment reigned and sweet kisses flowed
’til today that dinner is still being served.
© G.s.k. ‘15
This poem is written using this list that Dolores of Ada’s Poetry Alcove found in her archives. The task she set was to try to create a poem or story and then post it then link it to her original post (for details click the link below). I decided to weave the story around the prompt set by our Phylor of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompt “Guess who’s coming to dinner”. I’ve never liked what Lord Tennyson did to the Lady of Shalott, so I’ve changed her fate, she’s now a saviour of lost love … I hope you enjoy it 🙂
I’d like to remind everyone that if you’re interested in participating for Ada’s Poetry Alcoves Just for Fun competition, you must hurry … the Mr. Linky closes tomorrow! Bastet.
Trembling tears
captured in threads
Devoted kiss
weeping death
the red silence
silken tales
Roses of obsession
whispering tears
flames of waves
splintered thorn
lost petals
frozen kiss
weeping in the sky
loose threads
Excellent! Great imagery…
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Thanks Sue!
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AWESOME! Love how you did this with the discovered phrases. And that’s a favorite painting of mine too 😉 Beautiful post 🙂
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Thanks Jen … I lie saving the dear Lady … Tennyson is such a boar killing her for love … sheesh.
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Ah hum … I liked .. and not lie …
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Beautiful. I am glad you let her live. This is one of my favorite paintings.
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🙂
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