Wordless Wednesday Going Nowhere!

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The Chateau’s Lament.

Today  we  visited  the  most  beautiful  Chateau, the  grounds  were open  to  the  public  and  were  beautiful  too yet  we  were  the  only  people there.

The   family  still  live  there  though  not in the  Chateau .  The  Chateau  was  closed up  and  empty and it  was  such  a sad  sight  to  see  such  an  amazing  building,  centuries  old  and  full of  history  left  empty.

It  made  me  so  sad to  think of  the  cold  and  the  damp  eating  away  at  this  beautiful place. It  put  me in  mind  of  a  poem  I  wrote  a  couple of  years  back  about  a  derelict house . So I  have  revamped  it  a  little  to  fit  how I  felt  today.

I understand  that  the  upkeep  of  a Chateau  like  this  would  be phenomenal  but  there must  be  grants  and people  would  flock  to  see it  and pay. Anyway  just my  thoughts.

Original poem if  you are interested.

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CHATEAU’S LAMENT

unnamed (38)I was not always as you see me now, decaying  old ready to take a final bow.

I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.

It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack

I tremble and shudder now as the  memories of  the past flood back

I brace myself against nature’s  worst even lightening  and thunder

Each day that passes the fact I still stand here  is a wonder.
The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.I used to hear the children sing ,

Families living in me weaving their life

As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.

I have seen babies born and babies die,

Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.

 

Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kingly men happy in  a mistress’s care

Evil bastards who knock their women flat or  plot intrigues on the stair,

Countesses turning  a blind eye, pushed  down until they lose all hope

Weighted down with  money worries and too many children to cope.

 

The birds are now happy in my rafters

Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,

It is still a happy sound not unlike the sound

Of children playing here there  and  all around.

 

At night I imagine lovers climb through my open doors

Like  days gone by when they made love upon my carpeted floors

For them I was  their beautiful  meeting place ,

For whatever reason they may have to hide their face.

 

 

I am decaying crumbling away

I do not want to go yet I want to stay.

Try me out I could be the best deal for you

If you build me up I shall protect you true.

I could be the canvas to build your life upon.

I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to people’s throng

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Second Chance

The  light  went out  as  the  door slammed  shut and  she  was alone  again.

Thrown against  the  wall she  suffered  physical  and  mental  pain.

Silent  and  dark  was  better  than the  light  when they are  there

The  groping  the jokes  the  filthy  things  they did  to her

Captive, their plaything, she  was imprisoned  for her no one had a care.

 

She  was once  the  star  the main attraction  when  she  was on view

Everyone one  stopped  to  look, she  was  the  vogue  embodying the new.

Now  she  was left in here, alone  her  arm twisted  and  set behind her  back

All she  could  do was dream of  better  days  when things  were right on track.

 

The  light  came  on  and  she  closed  her  eyes  and hung  her  head

She  did  not  want to  see  them,  her  tormentors , she wished  them dead.

But  gentle hands  touched  her  and  carefully lifting  her  from the  wall

No  harsh  or  brutal  moves,  they lifted  her  head  and  her arm and  she stood tall.

 

A voice full of  excitement and hope  said  she  will be  perfect

That’s  fine  said  one of  the  men  she dated  and  a reject.

Later  after  being  washed  and  dressed  she looked  the part

Up on  a pedestal the  centre  of  attention….. she  was art!

Abandoned: Nonet.

Empty flat abandoned left in a hurry.
Displaced cups and plates randomly
Decorate the dark  hallway
Clothes litter the lounge
Quiet and all is
Out of place, of
Occupant
Not a
Trace!

Abandoned

They found  her curled up  in the suitcase, childlike.

Peaceful  and  gently  beautiful all the pain gone.

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She  waited, empty  lean  years , her  suitcase  packed.

He  promised  he’d  come  for her,  he promised  he’d come  back.

At first  she lived  a  normal  life  going about  the  everyday  things

Yet  she  waited  and  hoped  and spurned  love  and the  joy  it  could bring.

 

The  days  were  not  too bad  but  the nights  took  their  toll.

She  yearned  for him  and the need  grew after dark . It  ate  her  soul.

Suitors took the  walk  to her  door  but  none  of  them  got  past  the start

None  ever  matched up  to  him , the  man  who  had stolen  her  heart.

 

She  died  an  old  maid, aunt  and  friend  to  many

Dreams  and  promises  broken. The  man  did not keep  any.

Lovers  she  could  of had, remembered  her  with a  smile

The  room and  the  suitcase  stand  testament to  her  love all the while ……..

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Art work   by kind  permission of   John Grant  from his  blog  Meticulous Mick 

 

NaBloPoMo: Abandoned to the cold!

All  strings  torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar

I search for you eyes downcast I follow your scent  from afar.

I told you I would  do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat

I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.

 

The  wind  blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.

I no longer  feel it’s icy chill as half naked on  my quest for you I set forth.

Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare

My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.

 

The tiny, tight pleats on  my dress reflect the meanness of your being

My bared  bosom a reminder  of the love I gave and  nurturing

Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and hold

But you have cast me off unwanted abandoned to the cold.

 

 

Hopelessness

Where is she going and where has she been.

She is the most  hopeless soul you have ever seen

Why is she out there why so alone .

Does no one miss her, has she no loving home.

Where are her parents , her teachers and friends

Is this all that is left to her, is this hopelessness where she ends.

 

Out in all weather, aimless, sharing a bench with the old men in the park.

Scrounging for coffee and scraps of food at back doors of the restaurants after dark.

Her Mother’s boyfriend was too fond of her,her Mum to frightened or to busy to care

Her teachers uncaring didn’t notice the signs, her lost weigh and dull eyes, a sudden loss of all flair.

It all came to a head when her Mum found her with  HIM in bed.

Mum wouldn’t listen to a word that she said.

He had raped her, she had pleaded her case .

But her  Mum had screamed at her and then slapped her face

 

So now lost and lonely with no where to go

She wonders the big city her fears in full flow.

No one to love her no one to care she is homeless and helpless and underage.

Already she is changing , she has stolen for drink her life’s spiraling downward and her head’s full of rage.

Why had Mum not listened , why had Mum let him push her out

She lost and she is hopeless prey to demons and doubt………………….

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