As escapes went, it was nonpareil.
Not content with furtive fumbles
behind the ferns in the conservatory
they fled the grounds altogether:
hand in hand, mirror-studded
costumes flashing in the mist.
Turquoise and magenta curtains
rattled at the motor-coach's window—
"Strumpet! Strumpet, I say!"
The chaperone threw down his cup in fury
all too late.
words courtesy of Read Write Poem
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Friday, March 12, 2010
A Victorian Elopement
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7 comments:
One can sense the excitement and daring in this scene!
scandalous! nicely done!
Jim beat me to the adjective I wanted to choose for this one. ^_^ Love it!
The escape to the rest of their lives..
...rob
Image & Verse
Nice job! And those last three lines, really excellent. That last image in particular does as they say, show not tell, and it certainly does!
short and sweet.
I think it's the repetition of "strumpet" that does it for me.
exciting!!!
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