Isabelle Fleming
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Samridhi Girdhar/The Baron
The ground was frozen when we arrived at the manor
Or it had been on the outskirts
The castle grounds were thawed
An anomaly nestled in the countryside
Ivy snaked up the faded, crimson bricks
Charming and sly
The lawn was a sparkling field
Impulsive wildflowers danced in the wind
How marvellous the sight!
We stayed, observing, for a year
Though we’d have hardly known
The sun shone perpetually upon us
Cobwebs appeared between our fingers
Our muscles ached from stillness
Not a thing about the landscape changed!
Picturesque and idyllic as an eternal summer’s day
The wind shifted, and I began to grow suspicious
The ivy, once delicate, was now hulking
The wildflowers, once playful, were now impish
How dreadful the sight!
We retreated to the vehicle at once
Took off around the bend and back towards the city
The gas pedal slammed into the floor all the while
Ages passed, and we did not remember our destination
Hope became scarce until we crossed upon a graceful estate
Wildflowers stretched whimsically towards the sun
Ivy grew shyly over the windows
We parked, enchanted, to observe