The next four verses of this epic poem are devoted totally to Sir Lancelot, so I am using these pages to practice male images :D
"A bow shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'dTo a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
That sparkled on the yellow field,Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode done to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
And from his blazon'd baldric slungA mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung
And as he rode his armour rungBeside remote Shalott."
Tomorrow(hopefully) a reclining male figure and a horses face! :D
Tomorrow(hopefully) a reclining male figure and a horses face! :DEnjoy :D XXX
You've got those male faces perfectly Gina, so glad I have been around to follow these pages.
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"Horse faces" lol. I don't think they look that horse, they are just very stern.
ReplyDeleteAnd this line "And flamed upon the brazen greaves" oh, the imagery. Stop quoting stuff that make me want to write new stuff. I need to develop my oldies!
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Ooh! That last face is really doing it for me! I fancy him something rotten ;) Gorgeous images.
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I always get pinned to the page watching your "making of"!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful again.
ReplyDeleteFantastic Gina ;o) A horses face, can't wait ;o)
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