Sunday, March 15, 2015

Whispered secrets

I became aware, while visiting the churches and cathedrals of France, that some how I was attuned to the walls whispering the secrets shared therein for centuries.  Whispered secrets; just as whispered confessions were absorbed by the porous walls.  The medieval voices, foreign voices, stump me but not so the more modern language.

While within the walls of ceiling-less cobble stoned streets where voices, shrill and loud, assault the brick and stone, there are no lack of lurid secrets.  One must be clairvoyant to discern from the cacophony of secrets seeping into the alleyways what actually took place there; relying heavily on imagination to flesh-out the story.  If not the truth at least it makes for good story telling.

Keep your secrets, if you will
Speak, knowing; walls have ears.
Embellished truth, do minds fill;
Share with all while sipping beers.


Blogger Bekkie Sanchez said...

I just love your take! We both had the same thing in mind this week. The voices those walls must hold! I especially like the drinking ditty at the end. I raise you a beer! ♥

7:27 PM  
Blogger Kay said...

stone cassette tapes!! your take on this..x

3:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

interesting !

10:18 AM  
Blogger Rommy said...

Very spooky feel to this! I enjoyed it immensely.

8:49 AM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Whispering walls; nice concept. Well done.

3:26 PM  
Blogger Aisling Literary Services said...

Ah, so I'm not the only one who gets in a darkened mood by seeing all the buildings built by dead guys and luridness eking out of every crack. A good pint will always calm those voices in your head, though. :)

8:20 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

I could hear those whispers...

1:42 PM  

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