Delicate Malorie Shmyr (source)
This stunning photo, by the incredibly talented Malorie Shmyr, is part of a series called Delicate that is featured on the Opalus Magazine website. Malorie is also the editor of the publication by the same name that features incredible work from artists and creators all over the world.
While Malorie has created many stunning photo spreads, I always return to this one. There is something about these images that touches my creative side in all the right places, and always reminds me of the haunting words of my favourite poem, The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson.
Delicate Malorie Shmyr (source)
“And down the river’s dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance—
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosened the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right—
The leaves upon her falling light—
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot.
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turned to toward Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the waterside,
Singing in her song she dies,
The Lady of Shalott.”
