I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, St. IV Not the most cheerful ballad, (here's a copy), but fascinating fodder for thought. . .
Author: Babette James
Author of sweetly scorching contemporary romance, lover of morning coffee, & owned by my pets. Come fall in love!
Monday Cheer
One of the things I love about romance stories is the happily ever after. I need the HEA in the books I read. Please don't give me the 'he dies, she dies, everybody dies' ending. I should have known back when I was in college studying Shakespeare with a professor who was heavily into the… Continue reading Monday Cheer
Happy Valentine’s Day
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air. Robert Frost: To Earthward [1923], st. 1
Writing Prompt: Isn’t That The Way Love’s Supposed to Be …
If you remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not love'd. Writing Prompt: Naturally, in honor of St. Valentine's Day, write a romantic scene . . .
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