Bedroom Walls & Borrowers
When gazed upon and slowly so
These old stone bedroom walls
Of ours
Share their clay painted off white
Earth born faces
Which morph and merge then
Gradually dissolve and disappear
Ham stone delinquent every one
Yes indeed
By candle light
The serving wench and whore
The cider maker
Washer woman
Milk maid and poets several
Plus Beryl Whitaker of course
They all still linger around the tap room
A mere four hundred years
Of DNA
Tis all preserved
Between the floorboards and the
Ceiling of our bedroom
Where lovers love and loved
And fought and so many others died
Yes indeed
Between the reign of James 1st
And our dear Elizabeth 2nd
The truth cannot be denied
The Borrowers delight
In taking things and moving them
Both by day and in the dead of night
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Neville (
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A fine write N. I don't know any wenches, whores, or milk maids. Should I get to know some? I said - I only popped in for a pint of milk - that's my 'excuse' (or should I go back to sleep?! lol).
just try to relax and let whatever happens, happen... in the meantime though thanks for checking out my bedroom wall.....
She seemed like a nice lass - yes?! Oohh, I should get out more, as they say.
A poet's look at the residue left by many a happening between old stone walls and versed to perfection I saw those frolics and leave-takings so clearly - a fantastic read Nev. and thank you.
thank you dear Fay...
Should I meet Beryl?!
It's fascinating, the history of your bedroom walls....read so perfectly! A wonderful read Neville.
thank you my friend..
"If walls could only talk"
well, you just made them sing
what a lovely thing to say thanks my friend...
Thanks for sharing NEVILLE ~ Something which I (Brian) can relate to ! I love rooms with *Old Stone Walls* and have stayed in several in my time. We all leave some of our DNA (Destination Note Alert !) wherever we lay our Heads. We leave Our Presence for them to sense and they in their turn leave theirs ! My experience is that when I sleep in an Antique Room in my slumber I always hear voices and see spectres moving through the Walls ~ the reminder of previous occupants. However they are never tangible always ephemeral ~ SPOOKY. Warner Hotels (UK) have some excellent old Bedrooms one can stay in ~ at your own risk !
Thanks for scaring !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours B & A 💙🧡💙🧡💙
thank you both for taking a peek....
In my trade i have lifted many a floorboard Put my hand into dark unknown places which have not seen the light of day for years - thank goodness for navy blue knickers and linoleum.
Your bedroom walls must have witnessed many a romp compared to my woodchip surrounds.
Great entertaining writing, romancing the stone walls.
thanks mate...... Neville
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