…gold weaving blood red
I think this is one of your best I’ve read.
Thanks, Kyle. That's honestly the most unexpected compliment.
Very welcome!
Yes, indeed. With such flowing images coming forth from you, it sounds idyllic.
‘Death masquerades
As bliss’
A telling verse.
This is wonderful, Helena. What you are doing, and living through, is significant.
Do tell me more.
When I think of castles, I think the stone makes it cold and damp and you're better off living in a thatched hut near a river. Especially during some times of rulership...like the Tudor/Elizabethan. This poem answer the question.
Well...the castles can be drafty. Certainly. But not that damp.
Have you lived in one with a moat? 🤣
Briefly in one by the river:)
Wow, are you a princess? 😅
Not quite. I worked in tourism though. And we stayed in an Austrian castle for a week. )
I think this is one of your best I’ve read.
Thanks, Kyle. That's honestly the most unexpected compliment.
Very welcome!
Yes, indeed. With such flowing images coming forth from you, it sounds idyllic.
‘Death masquerades
As bliss’
A telling verse.
This is wonderful, Helena. What you are doing, and living through, is significant.
Do tell me more.
When I think of castles, I think the stone makes it cold and damp and you're better off living in a thatched hut near a river. Especially during some times of rulership...like the Tudor/Elizabethan. This poem answer the question.
Well...the castles can be drafty. Certainly. But not that damp.
Have you lived in one with a moat? 🤣
Briefly in one by the river:)
Wow, are you a princess? 😅
Not quite. I worked in tourism though. And we stayed in an Austrian castle for a week. )