Sir Gawain Drabble Six
The sixth of my four Sir Gawain challenge drabbles! (yes, really.) The aim was to write 100 words in response to a section of the poem. I have about six more of these to write and post (I'll try to spread the posts over the next couple of days) and then I will post the masterlist, probably on Thursday before I go home.
Her chin is pale, her cheeks
are ruddy red with health;
her smile is sweet, she speaks
with lips which love to laugh:
It was good to see Morgana well, Arthur thought. Too often she was pale and weary-eyed after a night of dreaming; but today she seemed cheered, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. What could have brought it about? Perhaps just happiness - it was her birthday, after all.
Arthur leant forward as she opened his present - earrings. He’d had someone pick them out for him; if pressed he would’ve said it was because a Prince was too busy to do such things, but in reality he never knew what to get her.
Uther raised his goblet.
“To the Lady Morgana!” he called. Arthur smiled as the hall echoed it. To the Lady Morgana.
Her chin is pale, her cheeks
are ruddy red with health;
her smile is sweet, she speaks
with lips which love to laugh:
It was good to see Morgana well, Arthur thought. Too often she was pale and weary-eyed after a night of dreaming; but today she seemed cheered, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. What could have brought it about? Perhaps just happiness - it was her birthday, after all.
Arthur leant forward as she opened his present - earrings. He’d had someone pick them out for him; if pressed he would’ve said it was because a Prince was too busy to do such things, but in reality he never knew what to get her.
Uther raised his goblet.
“To the Lady Morgana!” he called. Arthur smiled as the hall echoed it. To the Lady Morgana.