The Lady of Shallot

an erotic retelling

The Lady of shallot


A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,

All raimented in snowy white

That loosely flew (her zone in sight

Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)

Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,

Though the squally east-wind keenly

Blew, with folded arms serenely

By the water stood the queenly

Lady of Shalott.


1832 Lord Tennyson

The Lady of Shallot is a tragic ballad of a cursed woman who is trapped in a tower, weaving a web and only allowed to look upon the world through a cursed mirror. When she catches a glimpse of Sir Lancelot by the river and falls in love, she looks out the window and unlocks the curse. She dies singing a lament, as she floats down the river to Camelot, where Sir Lancelot finds her dead and says she has a lovely face.

My erotic reimagining of the tale explores fantasy, pleasure and longing. Perhaps there could be a part two with Lancelot's Sword?!