The rumour begins to obsess them – that there is a hidden chamber, and that it contains a bronze axe head, or a rare piece of Tudor silver, or a first edition by Sir Thomas Browne. They pry into the wainscotting, the plumbing conduits, the brick-lined oven.
They tear the elaborate oak panelling apart and carry it down flights of stairs. They order the servants to cart the pieces to the village, where they are sold to dealers and to other agents who begin to show up in order to bid on the more impressive items.
The building dwindles away and finally disappears. They set the servants to work digging trenches across the grounds. A few yellow flowers still come up each spring. These may have been dandelions or even daffodils, but they are trodden underfoot.
Jared Carter, Country house
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To improvise, first let your fingers stray across the keys like travelers in the snow: each time you start, expect to lose your way.
- Jared Carter
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A poem by Jared Carter
After the Rain
After the rain, it’s time to walk the field
again, near where the river bends. Each year
I come to look for what this place will yield—
lost things still rising here.
The farmer’s plow turns over, without fail,
a crop of arrowheads, but where or why
they fall is hard to say. They seem, like hail,
dropped from an empty sky,
Yet for an hour or two, after the rain
has washed away the dusty afterbirth
of their return, a few will show up plain
on the reopened earth.
Still, even these are hard to see—
at first they look like any other stone.
The trick to finding them is not to be
too sure about what’s known;
Conviction’s liable to say straight off
this one’s a leaf, or that one’s merely clay,
and miss the point: after the rain, soft
furrows show one way
Across the field, but what is hidden here
requires a different view—the glance of one
not looking straight ahead, who in the clear
light of the morning sun
Simply keeps wandering across the rows,
letting his own perspective change.
After the rain, perhaps, something will show,
glittering and strange.
Jared Carter
More poems by Jared Carter are available on The HyperTexts site.
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Hey guys thanks again for following me, ily so much i'll share another doodle again!
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The T. Swift Project Masterlist
Below, you'll find a collection of 20 songs done by Taylor Swift. The songs are from various albums that I picked and are in no particular order. Each song will have a different character and the drabble attached to it will be one part. These do not have to be read in order. Each song will have a moodboard and a drabble along with it. I hope you enjoy!
The "Mean" Collection (6 Songs):
Tell Me Why (Taylor's Version) - Ransom Drysdale
Picture To Burn - Tony Stark
Should've Said No - Dean Winchester
I Knew You Were Trouble - Loki
Mean - Lloyd Hansen
Bad Blood - Draco Malfoy
The "Back to December" Collection (7 Songs):
All You Had to Do Was Stay - Thor
You're Not Sorry - Steve Rogers
Teardrops On My Guitar - Bucky Barnes
Back to December - Ari Levinson
White Horse - Nick Fowler
Come Back... Be Here - Dean Winchester
Death By A Thousand Cuts - Lee Bodecker
The "Dear Reader" Collection (7 Songs):
Wildest Dreams - Andy Barber
Out of the Woods - Ari Levinson
Fearless - Carter Baizen
Long Story Short - Jake Jensen
Question...? - Bucky Barnes
Bejeweled - Jefferson (Once Upon a Time)
Dear Reader
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