The Ultra-modern Girl

Pretty things and thoughs.

In your presence I go still, I cannot master my words

and I prefere to say nothing at all.

Afraid that my utterings will reveal my emotions

and gratitude. That you can hear my thoughts

through my voice.

I need to hold these walls up for just a little longer,

fearful that if I don’t you will trample

all over my poor damaged heart.

-SØ

for-redheads: darkness-descends: Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,  Goes by to tower’d Camelot; And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,  The Lady of Shalott.  The Lady of Shalott, oil on canvas by John William Waterhouse  1888

for-redheads:

darkness-descends:

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 
An abbot on an ambling pad, 
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, 
Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad, 
 Goes by to tower’d Camelot; 
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue 
The knights come riding two and two: 
She hath no loyal knight and true, 
 The Lady of Shalott. 

The Lady of Shalott, oil on canvas by John William Waterhouse  1888