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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here's the deal, friends... This is, as indicated, the THIRD 1/3 of this very lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts! The 1st and 2nd THIRDS can be accessed, of course, by going to - "Poems by Mark Stellinga" - on the Soup. Sorry for the inconvenience... It's a nutty 'story-piece', but I think you'll feel it was worth the effort - And when the lawyer dropped a glove…while hanging up his jacket…I’d seen it, and had made a mental note To tell him…when we went to leave…but - as we did, I noticed - his glove was once again back in his coat! Knowing how the mind can play strange tricks on anyone, I told myself this wasn’t proof enough, And made my mind up, then and there, that I was going to stay - and find some way to call this “Maggie’s” bluff! Ya’ see, I was now convinced that those who oversaw the trust had long ago decided to conspire To keep the manor empty…and that everyone involved had either been a dupe…or was a liar! The lawyer took me back to town -- where I would buy a car -- then grab my things at Heathrow, for my stay. I then returned - determined - as the manor’s brand new Lord…to spend in it -- the balance of my day! Now…what I’m going to tell you next I’m sure you won’t believe, but…cross my heart and hope to die…it’s true… And if you asked if I believe that Brackenthorple’s haunted…well…I’m afraid I’d have to say - “I do.” Remember all those portraits…that the barrister explained? Well…there were only 12 at 2:15, But when, at 4 p.m., I strolled around that room again, I swear to you, there actually were…13! In a frame - that matched the rest - a thirteenth portrait hung…and…at its bottom- center, was a plate. The other plates had names engraved…plus years of birth and death…but this one…just a name and - single date! The name was mine! The date --- my year of birth! I couldn’t breathe…and, even in the dimness I could see… Posing in the same large chair the other 12 Lords had…the huge foreboding painting - was - of me!!! I saw this as an omen. Good or bad - I wasn’t sure…but, obviously…the house knew I’d moved in!!! I prayed it was a “welcoming”, but only time would tell, and that was when my scrutiny would begin. With flashlight in my hand, I headed off to find the bedroom that I had deemed the grandest of them all, And…very much intentionally, I dropped two pairs of socks…one - upon the stairs…one - in the hall. Once inside the bedroom - with the door completely closed - I raced up to the window… raised the shade… Placed my fingers on the glass and dragged them back and forth. You should have seen the streaky mess I made. Next, as I unpacked, I scattered clothes across the floor. The previously tidy room was now a sight! I flung the extra pillow and the quilt against the wall…then…settling in to sleep…I doused the light. Daylight woke me early, but I’d actually slept quite well, and as I stretched the stiffness from my chest, The memory of my circumstances burst into my mind, as I leaped out of bed to…check my test. Glancing at the window I could see that it was clean! The fingerprints were gone…it looked like new! I scanned the floor and found there were no scattered clothes to see, and started wond’ring…“Is the legend true?” The bedspread now was folded up and draped across a chair! I ran and opened wide the wardrobe’s doors. My hanging clothes were neatly hung! I scurried to the dresser, and checked the many mothball-scented drawers. All my other clothes were folded neat and stacked in piles! I raced to check the hall and stairs for socks. My mind was turning somersaults, when, suddenly, I noticed -- the sounds of slapping sheets, and - ticking clocks!!! The socks were gone, and I - of course - knew right where they would be, and charged back toward my room to trace the sounds - Recognizing one I knew as -- linens being changed -- as someone made their early morning rounds. And when I burst into my room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The bed that I’d just slept in…now was made! I even double-checked the door…..I wanted to be sure that I was in the room where I had stayed. Suddenly the “legend” -- (how she rarely had been heard…and never had - for many years - been seen) -- Seemed a lot more credible…and I could clearly see how the house had always stayed so clean. And now - for nearly sixty years - I’ve lived here on my own…accept, of course, for Maggie…bless her heart. The trust maintains the property…the roof…and outside walls…and good old Maggie cleans the inside part! And up until that fateful day, when…on my portrait’s nameplate…the year of my demise will be engraved… I’ll swear that Brackenthorple is the cleanest house in England….and Margaret Hearthwood is her finest maid. And…if no other woman carrying Brackenthorple blood conceives a son that - comes to know his past - Never siring a son myself…as “Master of the Manor”…it looks as though -- I’m going to be the last! PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied poems), listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or by simply contacting me - should those of you who enjoy listening to, as well as reading poems, and particularly those who travel care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark
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