My teenage years were spent in Staffordshire, in the
A FINE FOLLY
A FINE FOLLY
We nestled among the trees
At the bottom of the hill.
The Folly rose above us.
It had started life seven centuries before.
But it had been added to,
And generally fiddled-with
Over and over again.
Now it was a conundrum,
Part religious monument,
Part nobleman's idle pleasure,
Part crumbling edifice.
'Yes! But what is it for?'
People would say,
Scratching their heads.
If they had asked me
I could have told them......
'It was built for the pleasure
Of an ordinary young girl.
Bespectacled, plump and mousy.
It was perched above her
So that she could climb out of her bed
On winter nights,
Scratch the frost from her window-pane
And be transported.
It was created so that
A bubble moon could float past it
In a starry sky
And paint a glorious picture.
It was built so that
The girl could inhabit it
With royal personages,
And a deliciously lovely princess.
Bore a remarkable resemblance
To the girl,
Except that the Princess was slim, ravishing
And had good eyesight.
So don't ask me what it was for.
It was for me.
Was grinning to the declaration "..But I wasn't !"
I close my eyes and I see a white stallion with its mane flying,
galloping down from the Castle to the village - a knight in shiny
armour atop with his cloak flying.... gets down and kneels
And Malcolm saying " My dear bespectacled Princess, will you
give me your hand..?!!!!"
ah, but you are a princess...with a wonderful story!
Beautiful, beautiful!! You had a wonderful full moon last night to decorate the Folly, just for you!
Lucky, lucky you!
What an idyllic place to live. Sigh.
Every little girl is a princess, isn't she? Well done!
Awww beautiful! You're lucky :)
What a wonderful wordsmith you are!
I could definitely handle living there! ahhh.
I think every young girl feels that way :) I took my toddler to some castles in Wales this summer, needless to say she can see herself living in one :)
What a beautiful place to have grown up all nestled in the valley. You were very lucky.
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