A poem inspired by “The Lady of Shalott”, by Lord Alfred Tennyson (mine is much shorter).
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| The Cat Lady and her cat, Arthur (based on Waterhouse's The Lady of Shallot Looking at Lancelot) |
The Lady of Les Chats (The Cat Lady)
No time hath she to sport and play:
Ten cats she feeds all day
A cat is on her, if she stay
Or otherwise will want to play
Every
way she looks are cats.
She knows the names the cats may be;
Therefore she cares for them steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she
The
Lady of Les Chats.
She left a cat, she let him zoom
She went past three cats across the room
She heard another cat of hers croon
If she had more cats she’d surely swoon
Every
way she looks are cats.
Out flew one cat and then to hide;
A sofa scratched from side to side;
‘A cat has jumped upon me,’ cried
The
Lady of Les Chats.
Cat portraits:
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| Elaine and Lancelot (left to right) |
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| Merlin and Morgan Le Fay on the window sill Mordred, Arthur, and Guinevere in front |
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| Gawain in front, Perceval behind him, and Galahad on the console |
