Victorian Memoirs
By Lone Poet
Elegant burgundy velvet boudoir pillows, Soirees and plays, wintry ice-skating follies Hope's promise of enticing new tomorrows, Cheery remembrances, enchanting holiday jollies Frosty nipped noses, mulled apples and spice, Lavender sachets, wool rugs of homespun threads Yule sugarplums, tiny tots, all sweet and nice, Slumber warm and snug in spacious canopy beds Jack Frost’s wonderland of joys, Dickens and miserly old Scrooge Grand festivities for girls and boys, Séances, tearooms, Moulin Rouge Sleigh bells jingle, galloping hooves, Fresh pines loom over the town square Smoke billows from chimneystack grooves, Smell of excitement lingers in the air Delicate alabaster, damask rose beauties, Fine strands of lovely embroidered filet lace Woven silk twine, crocheted baby booties, Fate's ghosts etched upon time and space… …Antiquated memoirs of Victorian grace © 11/01 SmSI love the Victorian era and antiques...a simpler, romantic time. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 06:17 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 8 • 5 • 4
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