The chill to the moors has come from the north winds
Brewing of a plum spice tea fills the air
Wrapped in a colorful couette finding warmth
On a cooler day to spring
Ah, the children, nine with precious Grace in my arms
To the children's delight of sitting by the fireplace hearth
Cuddled in a circle telling stories of the day to fun
Soon will be in their rooms sharing
Logs to fireplace on the third floor
Embers glowing, warm till mornings light
Laying Grace in her carved delicate cradle
To the window fastening the shutters
A spring of new arrival onto a wind swirl of snow
Tussie Mussie grand/'mere hands of tedious hours
Adorn each room for a smile comes to the placement
The children love to touch and sniff the scents
Provence Lavender essence
The armoire of maghony lives in the library
Literary writers books of poetry and lore
Childrens books of Fairytales, edges worn
Tales of enchantment by the hearth of the library grand
Inside the armorie are drawers hidden compartments
You may open the the drawers
A silk lavender ribbon tied round a poetry book
Parfumer bottles lovely glass stoppers a tiny finger high
Grand/'mere gave Grace an heirloom of Bijoux embelished
To the children all treasures too Grand'mere's armoire
To the delight of the children
French whimsy's ambiance and flow
Tea pot is whistling all nine children delight in a spring day
Peach and apricot tea brewed Grace eyes open bright to their smiles
To sweet pastries breakfast table layed in the nook
Wonderful filling my home with warmth, love Merci
grand/'mere for your grace.
Merci Tussie Mussie Parfumer
13September2010(c)
Mary Ann Biddinger
Beautiful the complexities of these perfumed images from that mahogany armoire...such as satchels of heaven within the lines of these precious poetic verses.
Your literary voice is uniquely yours and delighting LMA, show-casing your love of a slower and more delightful time-period, with (as I see it) Norman Rockwell scenes, laced with unwavering spiritual convictions, and painted visually as lovely poetic vignettes. For those that are reading impaired: (if they use windows) pressing ctrl and rolling the mouse wheel forward will increase the font size. Enjoyed ... richard
I don't remember my French, so it first I thought we were talking my favorite subject–wordplay. However, I see now you are portraying a wealthy grandmother's indulgence on her grandchildren on a given spring day in Victorian times. Delightfully refreshing.
A total delight, Mary Ann, and oozes warmth, character and charm of an idealised bygone world. Have to echo dear John's sentiments and, for me, I am fascinated by that recurrent word "armwar"; is this a colloquialism of the French, armoire? I love such play on words. The grace of your images and sentiments makes me want to gather lavender for bags and use doilies; love, as Amber, says, where this brings me. But please might you use a larger font next time? I'm afraid my eyes found this quite hard to read, sadly. Many thanks, Kate xx
This is grand, Lady Mary Ann! Your finest! I will save this to my library and enjoy re-reading it often. Love the images, language, and artwork, as well. Fine, fine poem! ~Hugs, Elizabeth
this delight, Mary Ann,
has if i may say so a 'european' feel to it
in setting and language, George Eliot, Charlotte
Bronte, Proust and Stendhal;
i love every image, every line
I felt as if I were reading a victorian novel, I love the language and the descriptive passages. You brought me somewhere I needed to go. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of poetry!
Good to see you are posting again, Mary Ann.This is precious. Such warmth and feeling, especially when you go a-searching inside the armwar with all its secret places. the warmth that exudes from the word in this poem is just wonderfully fantastic and heartfelt.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Regis
Blessings,
Christine
LOVE it!!!
xOx Phyllis xOx
N: believe it's "armoir." That or "armoire."
Hugs,
Anna
are your verses in wanting to participate
in such a pleasing scenario you presented!!!
Lady Vivian
Ron
has if i may say so a 'european' feel to it
in setting and language, George Eliot, Charlotte
Bronte, Proust and Stendhal;
i love every image, every line
john
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Honey Dipping Jewels xx
Victoria