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[title] => The Mansion
[time] => 2004-04-28 09:35:43
[hometext] => Just another jaunt into my fertile fantasy and mobile imagination... this time to the English moors upon a fancy of dreams and ambition.
[bodytext] => Upon a hill most desolate and bare sits a lonely mansion picturesque and fair A massive Victorian with stoneworked towers mosaic glass windows and sturdy weathered timbers High walls surrounds the estate crowned by a gate of ornate color a sign sits plaintively and above proclaiming the Estate of Hawkridge Manor A road gently upward sloping brings to a stop from gate to front door the grounds in keeping are well-kept well-tended a rare garden on the moors The driveway ends in state at a lovely terraced roundabout in its middle a fountain stood adorned with angels and lovely seraphs A maze most confounding sits in the front gardens quite plainly the hedges tall and forbidding its secret routes hidden most shrewdly Where rendezvous are made amorous or clandestine within its green hedged walls many an innocent lost their lustre most pristine The doors are massive oak adorned with the Hawkridge crest a bird a raptor of prey caught midflight its razor claws abreast The entry a most spacious hall with closets and cloakrooms spotlessly groomed the floor paved with polished marble its ceiling vaulted high and into the gloom A grand staircase sits with pride for guests as well as its residents straight up to the floor of the first a place of beds and washrooms where sleep calmly beckons Guestrooms and bedrooms adorns these sleepy halls so remember to tiptoe in your trysts and don't ever fall Turning if you please to the right staircase that looms leading to the library, gentlemen's study and smoke-filled drawing room There lies knowledge in the library in books and scrolls and tomes the study a gentlemen's sacred sanctuary the drawing room a place of business where friendly laughter booms Upon the left stairwell should you turn for just a glance you might find the diningroom, lady's parlor and ballroom for the dance The diningroom for lunches, suppers and dinners the parlor a retreat for the lady her fortress the ballroom most grand decorated with brilliance a place for functions, parties and merry dances On the floor of the ground doors on the wall to the left leads to the kitchen, well stocked pantry and servants' quarters in the west The kitchen a wizard's laboratory where grand sumptous feast are conjured supplied as by magic stored in the pantry staffed and manned by chefs most gifted On that same ground floor through the the doors on the right are cellars underground, meeting hall and a greenhouse under sunlight cellars acts as stores for more delicious gastronomic delights the meeting hall for meets and gathers the greenhouse where my Orchids grow colorful and bright Through white painted french doors that opens and leads out to the light the wide terrace and back porch a favourite breakfast and tea time site Of floral and vegetable the gardens so wide providing much sustenance both in meal and to the sight A pavillion stands majestic and still amongst gardens and by a lake a lonely jetty and single boathouse decorated the sights for the eyes to partake Many a dip did I take into the lake in many summers' peak but mostly I would sit and wonder at this vision magnifique Near the borders a wooded glen a shrubbed area as wild as it can unsculptured nature to beautify and enhance the taste and craft all gardeners should grant Rabbits and other woodland animals would caper and jump flitting all around the delectable songs of songbirds singing a lovely and gently melodic sound A solitary path meanders in loops and knots around a trace for me to wander taking in the sights and sounds Welcome to my halls to this place I have in mind in reality it might not but in the future perchance its mine A mansion and my manor in wooded glen on English moors if by chance you should come hither give me a call and knock on my doors. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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