a gold crown, ermine furs and plush red robe
at twilight. A wide estate of green swards
A hall in which shadows gather.
(and the king should be allowed to do as he pleases).
I had just finished watching a weekday movie:
Up the marble stairs, by the balustrade,
through dust-swathed twilights, of old salons, wallpaper,
memories of a stately home. Past gilt picture-frame
Velvet rope, a faceless marble bust
Rooms of state- a terracotta army of footmen
Featureless and quiet
Stradivarius in alabaster, is to give a concert at four
And I cut a swathe through the dusty air.
And the princess stands in the state room...
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