When the mirror fell
I thought not
Of the Lady of Shalott,
Although I know
The rhyme quite well.
Noone got cut.
You mentioned bad luck.
And I have not forgot
The unfortunate Shalott.
But believe it not.
When the mirror fell
I thought not
Of the Lady of Shalott,
Although I know
The rhyme quite well.
Noone got cut.
You mentioned bad luck.
And I have not forgot
The unfortunate Shalott.
But believe it not.
It’s best to stay on the positive side of thinking, Kevin.
I don’t disagree with you, Robbie. But the poem came to me this morning and I wrote it down, as it was an itch which needed to be scratched.
Yes, I know that feeling.
I think many writers know that feeling, Robbie. It is both a blessing and a curse in my opinion!