Cold
Traversing the crunch of the gravel road
Trees grow over the drive
Touching at their bough
Creating an evergreen arch
A stately dwelling
Imposes in fields that unfold
I imagine life is luxurious
Dining on Wedgewood China
Blue and gold
Lounging on a red velvet sofa
Meandering through
Spacious rooms
That swallow
Living a refined
Tailored existence
I wonder
Do they too get cold
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2026 08:40
- Category: Short story
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Comments6
Nothing a good fire couldn't fix?
One would wonder but people are people and we all feel heat and cold, joy and pain. A most lovely write Katie
Thank you and yes I agree we all suffer. But the image wealth projects sometimes gives me the idea they don't suffer. Maybe it's a good disguise.
You are welcome Katie there suffering is often different in nature.
Katie, “Spacious rooms / That swallow” is the turn that really got me here. Suddenly the grandeur no longer feels comforting…it feels consuming. Such a subtle shift, but it changes the emotional atmosphere of the entire poem. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks!
Most enjoyed Katie B.
I like the way your writting. Your poem explores the contrast between the imagined luxurious life within a grand home and the universal experience of coldness, both physical and emotional. It raises the question of whether wealth and comfort can shield one from life's basic discomforts.Well done.
Probably the Servants get Cold for them.
I enjoyed this. Painted a nice Image.
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