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Bedroom Walls & Borrowers

a true account of goings on at my house .. the image is mine & Beryl Whitaker once wrote her 5 novels there ..

Bedroom Walls & Borrowers

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 everyone

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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Marion

Wow...to the house....about ten times the size of my tiny residence!! Wow to the poem and to the content. 'Other' exists...just wish it would explain itself properly 😌🌷🌷

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Neville

I like you Marion & in your own write too .. I like you Marion wish it would explain itself too & truly ............... and under the circumstances, I would like to thank you Marion .............. N:)
 

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Shaun Cronick

Nice to know your abode is 400 years old and still going strong and your captivating poem resonates history and its peoples.
And Neville is it haunted, for your last three lines seem to imply it and Beryl Whitaker I'll have to look up.
Full honours to you my friend and here's to another 400 years.
 

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Neville

Thank you kindly Shaun, yes I believe the cottage is still very much home to several previous occupants & visitors ..

Apparently, Beryl W wrote four or five of her novels here .. I was told by her son & daughter Rory & Rosemund aged 87 and 84 when they unexpectedly turned up on my drive a few years back ..  do check her out, I have since acquired x2 of her books ...................... Happy haunting, N :)

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