The deep valley would contain my bones ...

We first saw the house through the dark branches of leafless trees - 

The mist had cleared - 

We saw the crenellations, a light behind a window, the opened gates to the sweeping driveway - 

I imagined myself, in the high ceilinged library, reading a letter in The Gentleman's  Magazine - 

I'd stand by the grand fireplace, sipping Marsala - 

I'd walk through the park, past the lake, under the exotic trees - 

A decorous memorial would celebrate my life in the church - 

Angels would fold their arms above the nave - 

The deep valley would contain my bones - 

12.30

Tuesday 13 December 2016

Bridehead

Little Bredy

Dorset