abandoned declination of a stately house and gardens

it's lakes left to green scummed limpidity

mournfully willowed over

an absence of punters and swans sadly prevailing

time lingering without promise.

 

Of visitors, these days are bereft

and there is no wildlife higher than the unkempt grasses

fountains thirst for water around which

few hopeful birds converge

 

weeds carrying on, overruling pathways

driveway gravel remains undisturbed.

Statues, gargoyles, decorative masonry

wears thickening skins of lichen

 

and within

staircases, furniture, floors, chandelier's 

offer long term resting places for blanketing dust.

 

Hauntings of presiding ancestral ghosts become futile

though their long-gone historical eras persist.

 

Such are the workings of ruination

such is the pitying of lost human entrustment.

 

 

◄ ' real ' out of mind experience

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Rose Casserley

Wed 9th Oct 2019 13:21

your last sentence Trev I agreeably think is what the ' loss ' boils down to. Shame really.

cheer's Becky and Don.





Rose 💋

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Trevor Alexander

Tue 8th Oct 2019 17:48

Darwinian destiny. That which is no longer 'necessary' is doomed to extinction. A sad indictment of what we think is necessary, or reaction to capitalist egos of the past.

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