The Choice

The Choice

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The house had stood in the forest since

The passing of George the Third,

Ivy clung to the western wall,

The pillars were cracked and scarred,

The windows were bricked and boarded up

From the days of the window tax,

And the name FitzAdam was burnt in sin

In its myriad faults and cracks.

 

The oaks threw shadows in early morn,

The elms threw shadows at noon,

There wasn’t a single sunny wall

To be found ‘til the month of June,

And deep inside in the gloomy halls

Sat the last of the family tree,

Two aging spinsters, Jan and Jane,

And a dead man, that made three!

 

For Henry sat as he’d always sat

Since the day that he’d come to call,

To ask for the hand of Jan or Jane,

And arrange a Wedding Ball,

It was fifty years ago today

That he’d kept them in suspense,

For neither knew what their suitor knew

And the atmosphere was tense!

 

It was just a game to him, they thought,

He was going to have his fun,

He sat at the head of the table, and

He watched their features run,

The anxious looks of the elder girl,

The pleading lips of Jane,

He sat for an hour between them there

And refused to name a name!

 

The fire that glowed in the hearth went out,

Jane left to fetch some coal,

While Jan reached out for a sign from him

And felt that his hand was cold;

His eyes were blank as a morning mist,

His jaw had dropped to his chest,

‘What have you done - was I the one?’

Jane cried, in her distress!

 

But Henry, he was good and dead,

He’d reached his earthly span,

His heart had not proved big enough

To choose between Jane and Jan,

And so he sits with a secret smile

As his flesh returns to sand,

While Jan and Jane, they still complain

As they struggle to hold his hand!

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2012 David Lewis Paget


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So skillfully described and colorfully penned I could feel the suspense and smell the trees. Lovely!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this, creepy with a spirit of fun :)

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2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this is chilling and beautiful. I love the way you craft each stanza, carefully planned out and creatively written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful piece. Continue writing.
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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A Chilling tale! I loved it. Thankyou

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A creepy imaginative poem..

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very clever write.. I read it over and over.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great stuff, great verve and wit!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A amazing story. I had to read twice. Some decision can be very hard. Thank you for sharing the amazing story in the poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

fantastic piece of poetry. This is one that will be stuck in my head for a long time. bravo! :)

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Tags: spinsters, suitor, hearth, hand

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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