I’ve been on what one might call a bit of an Arthurian kick lately. I’ve always had a thing for Arthurian Myth and it’s never, ever managed to disappear so… well it wasn’t the most surprising of “developments”. It was, I supposed, rekindled by my recent viewing of BBC’s Merlin. I haven’t seen the whole of the first season yet and it does tend to make me wince and occasionally yell at the tv screen because it’s oh so very different to the myths or the earlier stories I’m so familliar with. Even different to some of the more contemporary retelling’s I love.
On the other, less fussy hand? It make me smile, most of the time. It’s made me want to cry a little… but mostly because I’m attaching back stories and histories from the myths I’ve read.
Morgana gets me, in particular. Somehow it seems that as long as I’ve known the stories that Morgana (aka Morgan Le Faye, Morgaine) has been my favourite. She’s often portrayed badly, the witch, the sorceress, the bad egg or Arthur’s incestuous half sister.
That might be true… but I like the version of her that’s formed in my head over the years. She’s far from perfect, but she isn’t evil either… and she is deeply, madly in love with Arthur. Yet, never is there a time during which she and Arthur (who loves her back, in my hardly humble opinion) get to be together. Even though most people consider a union between them wrong, anyway. I suppose no one ever wanted to give them a chance.
And Morgana is never meant to be Queen.
It’s the nature of the myth, the tragedy that is Camelot… that for all it’s sunshine and love there is deceit and forbidden love and pain. Proof that even the best place on earth will never be perfect.
I wish, dearly, that the cost for this happiness didn’t leave one of my favourite characters high and dry.
I also wish that my version of her wasn’t sitting in my head with my muse and demanding that I write stories about her… because they keep coming up short of something I want to share… and that is what I want to do, eventually.
For now, though. I’m working on posting my poetry up… for all it’s imperfections it is mine, and I’m willing to show it, even if it’s only bones. Check it out, Projects > Poetry Corner
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