“High waving heather ‘neath stormy blasts bending
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending
Man’s spirit away from its drear dungeon sending
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.”
Emily Bronte, High Waving Heather
As I sat on my bed earlier today, with the breeze blowing through the window in a very spring-like way, with Tess of D’Urbervilles propped up in my lap, and a brand-new copy of Emily Bronte’s poems next to me, a name popped into my head out of nowhere.
The name was Sir Avalon Blackmoor.
And I knew he belonged in one story and one story only; and that was a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. I’ve been wanting to write a twist on that fairytale for some time, but never got around to it. I seemed to lack the inspiration I needed to pick up a pen and write the first words. However, today I was provided with all the inspiration I needed to begin.
I don’t think it will be exactly Beauty and the Beast – but it involves a gypsy, an orphan, a dark past, a huge crumbling manor in windswept hills of heath… and of course, Sir Avalon Blackmoor himself.
I can’t wait.