Going downstairs today on Sudden Denouement.
Since I was born
I’ve been a point definitely settled
(Roses are eaten fragrant)
Was it the same with you, Montresor?
Immediate risk of disappearance?
(down vaults where the dead are)
Repressed grimaces, forced smiles,
baptised in delectatio morosa.
(violins playing obsession).
I bet you wrote poetry once,
dreamt of being a highwayman.
(Each laughing mouth a wound)
Into that hidden maze –the lifelines on your palm–
I kept myself a secret
(down vaults where the dead are)
movement – a measure of how long
until I turn myself into
(walls between a man and the Carnival.)
a weaver of grand jests,
the echo of rich laughter.
(Down vaults where the dead are)
Us: the smirk of a god.
We grew to be nightshade,
(loose teeth in the mouth of the earth)
but roses? Never.
We were eaten fragrant.
(we’ll stay awake and play.)
So be it, Montresor:
Let’s…
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Phone by my bed … and willingly plunge myself into its false light before my alarm today …. for this.
If I read nothing else this month … sweet lady, this is amazing! You are worth waiting for ✍️ ❤️
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Thank you so much, Diana! You are the best!
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Oh no, I’m the silver medal and YOU are gold!
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Let’s share the gold and glasses of raki!
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Sounds like a heady, happy collaboration to me! ❤️
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Hearts to you too!
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Lovely images. I love your imagination…
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It means a lot that you say that, Michael. You know I love your style.
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Creative and intelligent write! I look forward to reading more of your work. Sincerely, Brian
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Thank you very much, Brian! It means a lot that you think so.
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In the show of fate,
Fortunato, stay awake,
for passion sake
their be much at stake.
~ Such romantic verse,
Basilike.
My breath to take.
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David, your poetic answer makes me smile! Thank you so much!
I hope you are not on Fortunato’s side. Are you? (creepy music creeping in)
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My spell check ✔
needs a good spank,
but thanks 4 that.
In the case of Amontillado
I’m on the side of Mintresor.
Not that dastardly Fortunato.
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Thank god! (creepy music creeping out)
Montresor is one of my all time favorite characters. I think I’m in love with him.
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I kinda like the creepy music 🎶
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All right then (creepy music creeps back in)
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I like when you go downstairs. I’m not afraid of the dark. I’m afraid when people are afraid of the light.
Extraordinary, B!
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I was sure you’d like this one, my dear! Thank you!
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There’s nth that resonates with me more than darkness.
Have I told you you’re a magician?
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No. But there’s no time like the present!
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Darkness is my weakness too. Too much light hurts my metaphorical eyes.
I fell in love with Montresor since the first time I read him. I wish I were his lover.
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Oh I wish, I wish….
And not only metaphorical eyes btw. Whenever sb comes to see me in the evening, they ask why it is so dark.
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Ha ha! Same here! I prefer candles and low lights. Only my reading lights are white,
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Wanna move in with me?
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It could work. And we wouldn’t pay much on electricity.
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Deal.
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Read this before in a reblog, brilliant work!
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Thank you!
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