Monday, 16 February 2015

The Porch

                                    At the porch..


The porch with its wide circular pillars and the grilled balustrades offered 

a perfect hiding place for her to spy on the opposite villa.

She wished that the breeze would carry the message to her beloved and bring

back good tidings of their secret rendezvous.  

“O! Romeo”, her heart cried out a thousand times with the echo of “O! Juliet”

coming from the other end of the villa.

An invisible fence separated the two families.

The gardener privy to the hide-and-seek game of the lovers threw up his hands 

to the Heaven and lamented, “Hope history does not repeat itself”.

Thanks Rochelle  for the lovely photo prompt.

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