Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Upstairs ~ Downstairs

Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien 



and when she died

they searched

diligently

for the poetry

she wrote

night after night 

upstairs where the masters dwelt


 and when she died

they discovered

 discreetly

the poetry

she wrote

downstairs in the place

her lover dwelt





11 comments:

  1. This is very evocative. I found my imagination heading off in all kinds of story directions. Super!

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  2. haha. that is where the poetry would be i imagine
    it could have been upstairs...if....

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  3. I like what you came up with from the prompt. So interesting, what remains when one dies. The poetry lives on.

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  4. She seems a most Elegant Hedgehog ! Thanks

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  5. That's really touching! I'd be lucky if the hubby went searching for my poetry after I'd popped my clogs! More likely to go through my pockets looking for money......*sigh*

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  6. She was a poet who thrived on love, not on a life of service I think. Well thought-out and nicely balanced Helen.

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  7. Very nice! I like the twist, and the story, as well as the language. well done!

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