The Lady of Shalott Speaks

by Erina Booker

The Lady of Shalott Speaks
by Erina Booker

My mirror’s broken, cracked from side to side,
With shards of glass, small daggers on the floor,
And in myself there’s no place left to hide,
My Selfhood now a bleeding, running sore.
What caused this glut of tragedy to come,
Each after each, no respite in between,
Dark clouds have formed, obscuring the gold sun
Thus changing it to metals crass and mean.
The magic web, made with colours bright –
My purpose in this cruel and grey-walled tower,
Now filled with threads as black as darkest night
Which cast a pall within my remote bower.
Escape to Camelot seemed my last hope,
But woven webs can prove too tight a rope.

©Erina Booker 2015

About Erina Booker

Erina Booker is a writer, teacher, and counsellor, and her life has been largely about words and the many uses of language. She has written poetry for most of her life, studying at Cornell University, Ithaca, NY, and completing a major in Literature within her Bachelor of Arts degree from Griffith University, Brisbane, Australia. Currently, she has five collections of poems in print. Her sixth, ‘Coalescence’, is her first collaborative venture into the fusion of art and poetry. Her background covers a further range of studies & interests, including Post Graduate Counselling, Applied Science in Medical Imaging, & also Musical Performance with the instruments of piano, flute, and ‘cello. Added to which, she owned and ran a sheep farm in the Central Tablelands of New South Wales for ten years, breeding black sheep, and enjoying the deep connection she feels with the natural world. Her varied experiences inform her writing as she draws on an intricate tapestry of events. Erina Booker lives in Sydney, Australia.

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