Ye Olde Floorboards

 

Ye Olde Floorboards

 

Visiting spectators

Awaken my scrutiny,

Tipping the flask-

They lament, beseeching mirth

I call unto them in jest,

Beleaguered within the waking darkness.

“Behold” they cry out

Their voices quavering with wit

“And sit ‘mongst ye selves

And pivot yer minds upon

The scowling void from which we came!”

Fickle, their commands!

As the drops of condensation

Fall down upon the weary floorboards

They remain drenched

As I pour the mead that consumes them.

Reviews

[Moflo]

This took an interesting turn and I liked that a lot. The symbol of the floorboards is good, and the last line, where the narrator is intoxicating her guests, or continuing to hide whatever is beneath, is amazing. Really, nicely done!