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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.
A content servant, a resigned one....interesting.
ReplyDeleteYou created a lovely 'period' piece ... great job!
ReplyDelete...a nearing retirement age... Lovely write and my pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteThis takes it in a new direction. There was poetry in the image, and you've found it with a sure write. An enjoyable read.
ReplyDeletecreative for sure....and well written....thanks for sharintg
ReplyDeleteI can see her stitching in the candlelight...lovely...
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