'In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.'
I first heard this poem from Anne of Green Gables (the 1985 movie with Megan Follows), and I thought it was as beautiful as it was sad. Written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in the 1800s and loosely based on the Arthurian legend of Elaine of Astolat, the Lady of Shalott has been portrayed many ways. This is my version.
I apologize for the flash. Honestly my camera is ridiculous...
Colored pencil on 11x14 Strathmore drawing paper. Alison Sudol from a Fine Frenzy used as reference.