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The Manor

Five chimney pots standing proud on victorian tiles and darkened shroud of stone, it stands alone. Bleak and raven tarnish grown in age and time, its beauty faded, stout yet jaded. Resolute, it does remain a formidable and gloomy garnished stain on an urban nest of semi chain. How neglected you have been when once a queen! Standing in your kingdom green. Guarded by trees and nectar, blossom breeze through high grass and the silent murmur of summer sneeze. Respected, calm and free. I see and etch your memory made. Whilst others simply fade away.

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Reggae Magnet

Date: 8/1/2020 11:38:00 AM

Thanks for the tour around the manor, nicely captured, I feel its longevity

John Watt

Date: 7/11/2020 1:03:00 AM

Jennie, I like your triple line format with rhymes sprinkled throughout as you unfold the tale of an old home. I think my favorite is "How neglected you have been / when once a queen! / Standing in your kingdom green." Blessings ~ John

Jennie Cooper
Date: 7/13/2020 1:04:00 PM

Thank you so much, John.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/9/2020 1:59:00 PM

My late wife was to the manor born, and through her long life watched it decay, become an apartment building, and finally collapse into an housing project. Thence Maes-y-deri became a fairy tale. Aloha! Rico

Jennie Cooper
Date: 7/9/2020 4:04:00 PM

Dear Rico... It must have been extremely upsetting for your late wife to see her childhood home diminish over time :-( such a shame.

Imran Islam

Date: 7/9/2020 9:17:00 AM

Nice work, Jennie. Stay safe, stay close!

Jennie Cooper
Date: 7/9/2020 9:33:00 AM

Thank you <3