There is a fair haired maiden
With golden locks of hair
Wandering from room to room
climbing every stair
Patience is her virtue
It has held her in great stead
For all the time she's waited
Has not registered in her head
There are no mirrors in the lonesome halls
As she aimlessly roams and waits
She doesn't hear the soaring of bats,
She listens for one sound, the opening of gates
She has no need to open doors
As she silently passes through
Today's her wedding day, He'll soon arrive
Sweep her away, from the house on Myrtle Avenue
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"no mirrors in the lonesome halls"
"no need to open doors
As she silently passes through"
these are my favorites here!
Wonderful.
(Actually, you can change it to challenge, if you want to. I'll win next week)
at least that aspect of one roaming the halls awaiting the great love that never materialized on the wedding day..the broken promise,the dashed hopes..
well written,Elsie
I was gripped by the suspense. Then you twisted the whole thing around and joy was in the air.
Somehow I get the feeling that she was glas to get away form that place. "No mirrors in the lonesome halls!!!!" That was not what she wanted.
Good writing Elsie. Fred
PS It's good to be back. Thank you dear.
Elsie Duggan, there's no one quite like her. Thanks
so much Elsie this was very touching.
Hugs 'n Love Barbara
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~