The Beguiling of Merlin (a poem)

Since posting the latest Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “Beguile”, my thoughts each time I sat down to try and write a response went to one of my favourite paintings: The Beguiling of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones.  This beautiful picture had already inspired me to write two linked drabbles, one from Nimue’s POV and the other from Merlin’s, back in 2015. And so I wondered, could I create a 51 word poem using the 200 words I wrote back then?  The answer: yes, but not in 51 words…

The Beguiling of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones (picture credit: Wikipedia)

The Beguiling of Merlin

Nimue:
Air full of the heady scent of blossom
She swayed captivatingly in the soft moonlight,
An enticing smile playing on her lips.

Words, ancient and powerful, escaped her lips
She caught his eye
And laughed sweetly.

Merlin:
Drowsily he watched her.
Everything about her was enchanting: her voice, her movement.
The very air tingled as if…

Returning her smile,
He knew it didn’t matter.
It couldn’t have been important.


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt 194: Beguile | Word Count: 70 – yes, that’s 19 words over…

The Beguiling of Merlin – Part Two (a drabble)

the beguiling of merlin by edward burne-jones - credit wikipedia

The Beguiling of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones – (picture credit: Wikipedia)

There’s another perspective to the story unfolding in this picture…Merlin’s…To read Nimue’s click here

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The air was full of the heady scent of blossom.  Merlin reclined in the branches of the low-growing tree.  Nimue was dancing before him in the soft moonlight, and she was smiling and laughing.

Drowsily he watched her.  Everything about her was enchanting: her voice, her movement.  The very air tingled as if…as if…

She whispered something he didn’t catch, looking him straight in the eye as she did so and his chain of thought was broken.

Returning her smile, he knew it didn’t matter.  It couldn’t have been important.

The Beguiling of Merlin – Part One (a drabble)

the beguiling of merlin by edward burne-jones - credit wikipedia

The Beguiling of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones (picture credit: wikipedia)

The air was full of the heady scent of blossom. Nimue swayed captivatingly in the soft moonlight, an enticing smile playing on her lips.

Merlin reclined in the branches of the low-growing tree. She knew he was watching her.  She could feel his eyes on her.

Every now and then, words both ancient and powerful, escaped her lips as she read from a book of magic.  Every now and then, she deliberately caught his eye and laughed sweetly.

The look on his face told her all she needed to know.