Benjamin Posted July 8, 2013 Share Posted July 8, 2013 a spinsters loom in the attic corner a besom and bookcase col for a curious troll to hide by stone jars on the floor that perhaps had even held mead till tired of games he opened her diary to find a world of love and gypsy guitars with wild white horses splashing through salt marsh and pink flamingo days of the camargue Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 8, 2013 Share Posted July 8, 2013 Beautiful Benjamin. Lovely romantic vision and indeed a very 'lost world' piece in multile ways. A real treat! Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted July 9, 2013 Share Posted July 9, 2013 pink flamingo days of the camargue Oooooh! I love that line. And the whole image, too.....but THAT line! :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 14, 2013 Author Share Posted July 14, 2013 Thanks guys. I suppose most people have an "attic" or two to explore. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 16, 2013 Share Posted July 16, 2013 enjoyed the unusual 'col' and being led into the secrets (though perhaps the diary was a fantasy left for the curious ) badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted July 17, 2013 Share Posted July 17, 2013 A great write, like entering the culture and mystique of the past still existing in relics. It's a good feeling to find magic in our attics, literally and figuratively. Enjoyed a lot. I'll have some mead, please. Stop making me think so much. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted July 19, 2013 Share Posted July 19, 2013 Dark, deep and gloomy are the (unbombed) ancient homes and hovels of Britain in which the strangest things can still be discovered and where young people, not unlike us, drifted away into airy dreams and silly fancies. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted July 20, 2013 Share Posted July 20, 2013 Lovely. Prompts an irresistible query: a suppressed girl's series of fancies; or, the same girl who realized them all over a few flaming weeks that defined a lifetime. Thanks Geoff, - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 23, 2013 Author Share Posted July 23, 2013 Thanks to all for the comments. Age and mien prompts random memories that float up like bubbles from different decades; they pop... and seek cohesion or some kind of meaning. Old book titles, Manitas de Plata, a telescope, binoculars, world war two medals.. a friend's house clearance sale. B. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted July 23, 2013 Share Posted July 23, 2013 Hi, Geoff! After many reads of your piece and the comments of others, I now see this a dreamy, romantic work and it falls into place, for me, finally. Quite lovely, really. Did you buy any of the treasures up for sale by your friend? t Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 23, 2013 Author Share Posted July 23, 2013 Thanks Tammi. The only thing I wanted was a wonderful portrait of herself, sat with a much loved lurcher. It went to someone else, who kindly photographed it and emailed the picture to me. I've since edited and framed it. The attic that I recall, was so full... it's a wonder the ceiling didn't sag. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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