Alf @ A Gate

no moat, to promise

this, to keep a well

a trench, a coat

brick-laid & moss’d,

the guest a thirst,

as a prominence

exclude a new sun

to soothen candlelight,

no less as descend

defil’d & barr’d

Published by ayaladn

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4 thoughts on “Alf @ A Gate

    1. Defiled: ok, so the silly guest said, ‘Can I bring some friends?’,
      and he did; they all had too many wines…and the staid host’s
      sense of propriety was sullied by the ensuing food fight, as well
      as the cooks’. Furthermore, they led them out, down the narrowest,
      not the grand, staircase and bolted the back door. The maids were
      terribly upset, sick themselves at the thought of washing so many
      stairs. The cooks returned to the kitchen, to eat cake. One chipped
      a tooth, but, too polite, did not say the ‘D’ word.

      No-one could find the host, but a window was open in the dining room,
      and one pale maid thought she heard distant screams from the dark woods.

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