The Belle of the Fall

By smokejack

Mon, 25 Jan 2016
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Chandeliers sprinkling rainbow dust

On the dancers down below

Glittering confetti

Lit up by a moon that glows

She was on her stage

 

In this Stately House

History is always seeping

Through its walls with ghostly calls

Of Lords and ladies leaping

Behind the masks

 

Manners and finery

Swordsmen and duels at dawn

Silver blades that blind your eyes

Love between a Queen and Pawn

That simply cannot exist

 

She sits on the grand steps

Against a crumbling column

The book she reads on this house

Paints a mood so solemn

Regency lies here in ruins

 

She wonders who was once

The Belle of the ball

And tries to imagine

The Belle of the Fall

As the romance disappeared

 

©JmcN 2014

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Historical Fiction
Love

Comments

Submitted by maisie on

the second verse very much, and its there that for me the poem begins...

just a thought.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Bee on

I loved the pretty introductory scene and the way at the end the whole thing sort of gets sucked back out of existence. 

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Loved this poem, it had a ghostly feel to it, as if the writer had been studying a gothic painting and put their own perspective on it.  I'm probably completely off the mark, but well! That's how I read it.

Jenny.