Thursday, March 24, 2011

La Belle Dame from the Moon

Moondrops, fallen from the bruised sky and carried on the wings of shadowed butteflies, had long ago knitted together to breed a fairy. She came to be known as the Belle Dame of the Westerly Woods.

Leaves twisted into each other from the dead branches above the Belle Dame to form a swing. She stole a flower from the ravaged earth, twirled it in her grasp, and seated herself on the swing. She watched the shadowed butterflies flit across the empty sky. Strings of dewdrops hung from their wings. A smile spread across the gruesome lips of the Belle Dame. A nearby rabbit shrunk back into the shadows. The whole forest knew to stay away from the fairy when that smile lit up her face.

The best jewellery could be found, she thought, in souls extracted from knights. Such a noble lot. Their souls tended to crystallize into diamonds from the dew.

The Belle Dame could see him, her knight, just past the mangled oak. He wandered near the lake. He was looking for her. Well, he would never find her. He would never find anything ever again.

She had had kings and princes and warriors, too. But none were ever so sweet as the honourable knight.

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Inspired by

Also be sure to check out Keats's poem "La Belle Dame sans Merci."


  1. Moondrops being carried by butterflies, what a fantastic image.

  2. Sans mercie being the operative words... :)

  3. Your eerily descriptive words -bruised sky, ravaged earth, extracted souls- really set the tone of this piece! A most enjoyable read...:)

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  4. Thanks for introducting me to Keats' poem. Your write up, the poem and the Thursdat tales picture fir very well with each other. Good job rendering the ideas in keats poem in prose.