RendezvousA Poem by Chris Shaw
inside an imposing red brick lodge
close to the entrance of what once served as a sanitorium for those sickly and suffering from tuberculosis nestled in magnificent surroundings at the centre of our expansive leafy south downs an English king would rendezvous with his high society mistress here where leaves flutter and fall in diverse shapes with their hues of autumnal rust or gold coin drop to form thick layers on paths as we breathe in air rinsed by recent rain imagine the warmest of welcomes which Alice Keppel bestowed on her lover in greeting as he clasped her right hand raising her slim white finger tips to his wanting royal lips as she elevated her adoring glance to seduce the twinkle in his eager eye as her sumptuous silk on satin skirts rustled to a low sweeping submissive curtsy © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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18 Reviews Added on November 21, 2022 Last Updated on November 21, 2022 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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