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THE COUNTESS' CROQUET


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T H E 

COUNTESS’ CROQUET

A  POEM

 

Penned by the hand of Lady Juliya Basrid, loosely based on events of the 3rd Imperial Social Season.


 

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An artist rendition of the event, by Claire-Marie Elmpool  c. 1827

 

ANNO  DOMINI 1827


 

One shining afternoon, 

green in the gardens

while accented chitters hang airborne. 

Amidst the season of all seasons, 

surely several million reasons,

to flock upon humidity and humour.

 

Sparkling champagne bubbled

with clink and clatter, a strike of their own;

To strike, as mallet met ball,

and so it may roll along lush lawn. 

 

From hoop to hoop.

To win,

 

and applause came, it was so, 

rebounding from gazebo eaves,

as did birds, butterflies and bees.

 

Spheres of color, uniformed by bands

upon matching handles,

certainly brandished between hushed titterings,

discussion,

 that floated over head after head and

freshly trimmed hedge.

 

As evening drew close, and

wine savaged champagne,

Imperials still played the game,

though ardent filled the air.

Silent intensity that yearned

for it to rage on.

 

and so, rage on it did. 

 

Intense, it grew. 

Crowds grew fiery, some may applaud, some may boo.

Croquet - such a great way to end

a splendid day,

though trailed off field did

the fury of game run.

 

Set off to destroy relations,

Or perhaps to destroy new ones..

 


 

SIGNED,

TRH, Juliya Rose Basrid of Susa

 

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Maisie d’Arkent, very much growing old and sour on her beach vacation, found a tear trickling down her face after reading her students poem. 

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"Wonderful work from our darling Juliya." muses Mary, a grin donning her lips as she reads the poem over again.

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the aspiring author’s aunt Helena beamed with pride at her kith’s accomplishment, praying to the heavens above for her success in the years to come. 

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Wilhelm reflected on his game of croquet with the Countess, a small grin plastering itself along his visage…

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Elizabeth smiled at the cute little poem noting the fury of rage she heard from within the palace 

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