The Beguiling of Merlin

The moments caught between truth and betrayal are light as air and crystalline. Like bubbles, they carry a rainbow of colours and like bubbles, they burst when touched.

Within the forest deep and dark

Where silent holy magic dwells,

He is beguiled by promises

Of secrets in the tales she tells.

Her russet hair is bound with leaves

That hold the blood of truth within.

Her mouth is sweet and he believes,

Her amber eyes have drawn him in.

The book of power is in her hand,

The spell is cast, the circle made.

The winds of change are in the air

And sweep the shadows from the glade.

Her russet hair is wild and free,

The leaves are sailing on the wind.

Her mouth is sweet and he believes,

Her amber eyes have drawn him in.

 

© 2006 by Alexandra Lucas. All rights reserved
Painting by Sir Edward Burne-Jones


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The Beguiling of Merlin — 4 Comments

  1. Thank you, Al, very much for having a look at my new site. It’s lovely to see you here! Your kind words are much appreciated 🙂

  2. Ah yes… the Lady of the Lake by any name, though I’m especially fond of Viviane. Thank you! These are my favourite tales, too. 🙂

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