We have been revising similes, metaphors and personification and as part of our Lady of Shalott topic we wrote love letters in role as the lead protagonist to her object of affection, Sir Lancelot. Here are a small selection:
The Lady of Shallott
The Tower
The isle of Shallott
Camelot
Thursday
19th November
Dear
Sir Lancelot,
Thou
does not know what my real name is, but others refer to me as The Lady of Shallott.
I’ am writing to thee, to inform thou that I am thine truly.
I
am writing to thee from the Tower of doom and curses where the four wretched
great walls separate our love. Weaving my web, I look through the mirror. I see
your jade green eyes; they sparkle like a lake at night. Your coal black hair
waving in the wind like a surf meeting a shore.
When
I look at thee, I see a handsome hero, full of beauty and bravery. I feel in a
daze and my heart jumps when I see you. The sun dances when you ride past on
your stallion. I had to look out of the window; I had to escape; I had to meet
you
The
curse is upon me! For these are my last words to you dear Sir Lancelot. I…
love… you. I will sail away among the frogs and lily-pads. My end will be very
soon.
Yours truly
The Lady of Shalott
Bethan
The lady of Shalott
The Tower
The Isle of Shalott
Camelot
Thursday 19th
November
Dear Sir
Lancelot,
Thou is
writing to thee to say my true feelings. Thou name is unknown but some call me
the Lady of Shalott. My heart shatters whenever thee is not with thou and my
heart beats with love for thee. This is the last time thou will send thee a
letter because I’ll be ascending to a different place.
Thou is
writing from my lonely, abandoned tower. I have seen you riding past on your
noble stallion who is as tall as a castle. I have loved thee ever since thou
saw you on your way to Camelot. I have waited as long as time itself to see
someone as sparkly as the brightest star. I had to see you in my
secret-revealing mirror (which allows me to see the outside world because I
can’t look out of the window because of my curse). I had to look out of the
window; the wind whispered my name telling me to look down… and I did!
I would
like to thank thee for releasing me from this horrible spell and I will see you
again... I hope. I will miss you dearly and hope you will miss me like I will
forever you. My last light is gone and I’m going to the land of angels. Goodbye
my sweet heart.
Yours
faithfully
The Lady of
Shalott
Freya
The Lady of Shalott
The Tower
The Isle of Shalott
Camelot
Friday 20th
November
Dear Sir
Lancelot,
My real
name cannot be told, but they call thou the Lady of Shalott. Thou is writing to
thee to inform you that when you pass my tower my heart dances with love. It
was love at first sight and I hope you feel the same. It’s the last time thou
will send thee a letter for I shall be leaving earth to the white world.
Thou is
writing from my lonely and desolate tower; no one is around. This tower is a
prison tome, the tower is as dark as the night sly without the bright and
glistening stars. I’ve been here for many years, trapped against my will. Now
it’s too late; a black hearted with has put a curse on me. I’m dying by the
minute. From my mirror I see your angelic face.
Thou first
saw your beautiful angel face. Your eyes are as green as emeralds glistening in
the sun. Thou also gazed upon your long black curls that were windswept while
riding your horse. My head shook with love the second my eyes met yours.
Soon I
shall leave and never return. Thou thanks thee for letting thou free. Thou
shall always love you. I will soon fade away with many memories of you and your
angel face. My wishes shall soon come true.
Yours
always,
The Lady of Shalott
Cassie-Jane
The Lady of Shalott
The Tower
The isle of Shalott
Camelot
Thursday 19th
November
Dear Sir
Lancelot,
Thou name
is an ancient mystery but many title me The Lady of Shalott. I am telling thee
that thou heart is burning with an everlasting love for thee like two birds of
a feather together for ever. This is the first and last message thou will ever
send to thee but thou heart will always cry to receive thine love.
Thou hath a
curse which affects thou love for thee. The curse’s power is as cruel as a
demon eating my soul. Thou mirror showed me thine delightful heart-warming
face. However thou had to see it for thou self. Now this dreadful curse is upon
me. This life threatening curse has ridden to my soul and taken over my time.
When thee
was in my mirror it called thou to see your face. Your horse was an angel with
you riding on top. Your armour shouted at me to look at thee. Thou ran three
steps across the floor as fast as a cheetah catching it’s pray; I am the
cheetah trying to get your soul. Your helmet covered your coal black hair which
danced as you rode and your heaven like face was a song in perfect harmony.
Your silver armour sung on your skin as you rode and thou will never forget
your heavenly face.
Thou now
must bid farewell; thou wishes you will meet me a day soon. The walls of rock
bullied me all my life until thee came into it, but thou will, thou will come
and find thee, even if it’s not even here…
Yours
forever
The Lady of Shalott
Eleanor