Jennie Cooper Poet Rhyme

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 August 1, 2020 at 11:38 AM Thanks for the tour around the manor, nicely captured, I feel its longevity

John Watt July 11, 2020 at 1:03 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 July 13, 2020 at 1:04 PM Thank you so much, John.

Rico Leffanta July 9, 2020 at 1:59 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 July 9, 2020 at 4:04 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 July 9, 2020 at 9:17 AM Nice work, Jennie. Stay safe, stay close! Jennie Cooper July 9, 2020 at 9:33 AM Thank you <3