I have, at last, finished my Belle Dame poem. Well, for a given value of ‘finished’. It’s made it to printout-draft stage, been primped and prodded, and has been through the scrutiny of my beta-readers. The interesting thing is that none of them agree on the bits that they query, and none of the queries …
Damn you, Belle Dame
I thought on Thursday (last week) that I had finally, in the words of Sir Ed, “knocked the bastard off”, and got a completed first draft of my Belle Dame poem. But no. It became quite obvious as I was preparing a printout to take to my crit group, that it was going to need …
Romantics, Pre-Raphs, and Edgar Allan Poe(-etry)
I'm working on a new piece – a modern revisioning of the most tragic-romantic poem from that most tragic-Romantic of English poets, John Keats: La Belle Dame Sans Merci Oh what can ail thee Knight-at-arms Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the Lake And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee …
Continue reading "Romantics, Pre-Raphs, and Edgar Allan Poe(-etry)"
A Dark Feathered Art 