The crackles had stopped
The last dancing flames
Slowly died away
Amy looked around
For paper or wood
Something flammable
She blew the embers
Lest the fire went out
She pushed the poker
Under the black coals
Raising them slightly
A smallest of glows
Sizzles turned to flames
Stone hearth looked cheerful
She heard shouts outside
The brass doorknob turned
He looked at the hearth
"Good lass, Amy love"
Their eyes met briefly
"Get us some drinks now"
"Yes sir, right away"
Curtsied, left the room
She grinned silently
No one knew just yet
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Intriguing indeed...!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely mix of poetry and prose....really rhythmic
ReplyDeleteNice. I luv the intrigue. I didn't expect she was leaving the room as a more significant othervwas present
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intriguing write - very enjoyable
ReplyDeleteSuch an enjoyable read, Robin! I wonder what will happen when they discover the secret.
ReplyDeleteThat's like a whole novel in minimalist form.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully flowing verses.
ReplyDeleteIt's a cliff hanger!
ReplyDeleteI wonder... will the upstair downstair meet in them... it did happen.
ReplyDeleteSecrets, secrets, secrets... I wonder for how long she's hidden it, and how long it will continue to be that way.
ReplyDeleteYes, whispered secrets....so much more to come....
ReplyDeletesomehow her stoking of the fire makes me think that she also keeps the secret love alive...
ReplyDeleteNow that is a cliff-hanger! I can see the comforting domestic scene, see the master come in.......wonder so much what the secret is! Will there be a sequel? Smiles. Always lovely to read you, Robin.
ReplyDeleteHow long can a secret like that provide enough warmth for all concerned? Only time will tell.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful story piquing our interest and senses as we imagine what that grin reveals.
ReplyDeleteShould we interpret the growing, glowing flames as metaphorical - part of the secret.
ReplyDeleteYou leave me wondering and wishing for more. Good writing.
Hmm what goes on behind closed doors?
ReplyDeleteA eloquent piece of writing. I am there. And I love the way you pinned it to a mystery. I enjoyed this read.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written
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May she continue to be able to smile! (Sometimes these things did not end happily for the young women.) You really should have made your fortune writing romance novels! But I'm glad you share these tales with us as poems.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouraging comments Rosemary. From 2009 to 2011 most of my blogging was stories in serial form that ranged from a Maori village at the start of Colonisation to Me meeting a Greek goddess on the plane home to Australia as well as and old man meeting and falling in love with a mermaid on South Australia's York peninsula. These stories went on for many chapters before there was a slight change in blogging generally and poetry took the upper hand.
DeleteLife of a servant in those times was appalling....not the fantasy version of Downton Abbey. Pregnamt servant girls were dismisssed and had to become prostitutes to survive when they were raped by the Master .
ReplyDeleteThanks Rall for embellishing my meek story to make it a horror tale. However you are correct.
DeleteYou're welcome....anytime LOL
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