Sunday, 25 November 2012

Lady Deadlocks Muse




photo source here


my dears
come,
i can feel your presence
as i sit, quietly stitching
the late winters sun
dancing shadows on faded wallpaper
curling
waiting for a bell ringing in the distance
lace and silk rustle as i stitch
at any moment my lady may call
a little darning perhaps
or a sleeve to be re-hemmed
i stretch  to light the taper
i need flickering candlelight to sew by
a supper of cake with a tiny glass of madeira
awaits
do you hear her call?
a quiet voice echoing along paneled corridors
I fear not my dears, 
so begging your pardon
I will carry on my pretty work, 
'til the flame burns low 
and it is time for me to retire.

KD 25/11/2012


The others are at The Mag here.

6 comments:

  1. A content servant, a resigned one....interesting.

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  2. You created a lovely 'period' piece ... great job!

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  3. ...a nearing retirement age... Lovely write and my pleasure to read.

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  4. This takes it in a new direction. There was poetry in the image, and you've found it with a sure write. An enjoyable read.

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  5. creative for sure....and well written....thanks for sharintg

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  6. I can see her stitching in the candlelight...lovely...

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