Archive for November 10, 2013

Downton Abbey

I could live in Downton Abbey
sometime before the Great War,
preferably not as servant, but even so,
I would love it there.
Carson and me we would be allies
from the day of my birth.
If I happened to be part of the upstairs clan,
I would give the maids a raise each year
and days off to go to the fair in Thirsk.

I would never think of money,
my father taking care of that.
Men would be interesting for conversation
but I would almost become a spinster.
Then fall in love with an artist
who painted my portrait
and was suspected of killing someone,
then have his child when I was in my forties,
causing a scandal but they all loved me anyway.

In the end, I would elope with Carson.
We would live in France
the rest of our rich lives.
and then of course all ends in 1914.

As a servant, I would fall in love with the son
and he with me, and we would see each other
secretly. In the end of course I would get his child
just before he dies of consumption
and it would cause a huge scandal.
I would elope with Carson,
who then married me
to make the child legit, the age difference
not bothering us at all.

I could live in Downton Abbey
but only before the Great War.


Going vertigo

Between me and my early death was just the colour grey,
showing through the glass on every high-tech level
in the hotel building as the elevator rose.

Then gravity tried hard to nail me down on the transparant floor.
My stomach turned, I knew for sure I would be dead real soon,
the earth so far away from me, this was not natural at all.

Was this a one way trip? Already I saw birds that flew looking like angels.
Was it the prelude to a nasty, fatal fall?
I closed my eyes and waited for the bang.

β€œHere we are,” I heard a voice.
I had not seen this man before,
when had he come to join me on this certain voyage to our death?

”Madam, wake up, we’ve reached the ground floor now,” he said.
I had been up and down this tower in ten minutes,
they seemed much longer than my life had ever been.

I stuttered something, and ran out the door.
I won’t go up again, that is for bloody sure!

πŸ˜‰ Afraid of heights, I hate those see-through elevators!

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