QAR:The Garden

[Queen Anne]

QAR: The Garden


Very secluded, it can be seen only from the very top of Queen Anne?s Revenge. There are shady palm trees and open spaces, sand and ivy, a fountain and statues, an old rusted cannon. It has a view of the sea over the cove. Benches invite you to stay a while. Cool patches of soft moss invite you to sit among the flowers. It is a place for the poets, thinkers and dreamers? a place for quiet reflections.

Guidelines:
1. Share your thoughts and dreams.
2. Communicate? not only in words but also in the actions of your character. Try to avoid one- line posts. Share with each other what you are doing, seeing, and feeling.

~The staff of QAR~

The Queen Anne's Revenge
The Private Rooms and Bungalows
The Cove
The Library

 

[Swashbuckler]

I walked out of the doors
And wound my way around back
Of the ol' Queen
The echoes of the tide at the shores
Upon my ears cracked
It felt like a dream

I found it, out of still night
A place of beauty
Frozen in time and space
Painted with silver blacks of moonlight
Here is the a place for me
My steps slowed thier pace

Palms quaked in the breeze
A pair of ancient cannon
Kept thier vigil over the sea
Everywhere I looked I was pleased
A friendlier bastion
Impossible, it could not be

Sitting on the ivy and moss
Leaning back on a rusting gun
I listened to the waves
Watching the stars cross
The inky, swirling heaven
A haven for nymphs and knaves

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Arriving at the Garden with a wheelbarrow full of supplies from the shed, I’m pleased to see that the driver has arranged everything neatly for me.

I pull on gardening gloves to protect my hands and begin digging, enjoying the smell of the damp earth and the richness of it.

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Hours later, my face is streaked with perspiration and dirt and I’m absolutely exhausted. And extremely pleased. Somehow, despite no gardening talent whatsoever, I’ve managed to add little personal touches of beauty to what is already here.

Lily of the Valley and Sweet William have been planted separately from each other and apart from the rest of the plants so that they won’t strangle anything. I smile ruefully at the thought of Lily and William… I even like the plants to be paired up.

Several rose bushes have now begun putting down their roots and I gently touch one of the tender buds. I hope that people will feel free to pick them, for it would be a shame to have them die without anyone appreciating them.

I’ll add more later, but for now this is enough. Wearily I sit down on a bench and hear the jingle of something in my pocket. Having forgotten about the items since I dug them up, I now reach in and examine what it is that I’ve unearthed. I place them down on the ground and tip the watering can over them so that the grime can be washed away.

Gasping, I hold them up to the fading sunlight in disbelief. Several Pieces of Eight and a couple of rings with enormous stones embedded in them. With my heart beating considerably faster, I nervously stow them away again in my pocket and glance around. I’ve got to get back and put these somewhere safe.

Throwing all the tools into the wheelbarrow in a haphazard manner, I hurriedly leave the Garden and head back to Queen Anne’s Revenge and my room.

 

[Ysandre]

*Finding the perfect spot on a roman bench under a tree, looking out on rows of roses. Ooh a garden of night delights. Opening the book and beginning to read, pulling my long lace shawl tighter around me*

 

[Swashbuckler]

I watch ysandre sit herself on the bench, by the old pair of cannon. She tightens her lace trapping tight about her shoulders, in its shawl like foam. A book falls open into her lap, as heavy tides fall on the rocks far below. My soft foot falls, silenced by the waves. Drawing ever closer, closer still, to the stillness perched upoon the garden bench.

Standing close behind her I see the prose upon her page. Slowly I raise five eager fingers to tightly trap her neck in my grip, "And look what treasure the wild tide has brought to the shores of my good fortune, and your ill, my blossum." I hiss into her ear. Fingers gripping tight, a hand wraps around the gentle curve of her lace shrouded breast. Two arms trapping her to me.

 

[Ysandre]

As still as the serpent it came upon me
Twice as deadly as the absynth glass
It gripped my heart, commanded my breath
My heartbeat echoed in my ears
My throat caught in a vice
My head spun with words, a hiss in my ear
The sound of the tide made my head spin
And yet over it all the beating of my heart
Echoed in my terrified ears
A silent gasp, a plea for help
It falls on no ones ears,
The feel of my throat gripped nearly to fainting
The echoing in my ears
Limp I go, against my will, falling... still.

 

[Swashbuckler]

My startled toy
A frightened tremmor
Amidst the coastal gusts
Buffeting her golden hair
As her muscles grow slack
Leaning down
Perchance to kiss her
Exposed throat

Pulling the lace around
Her arms into a make shift
Teather
Pulling her into my arms
Lips falling hard
Like beating waves
Upon the soft shores
Of her sweet lips

Tongue snaking thier outline
In the pale moonlight
As my prey laiden footsteps
Sweep us away
Down to the moist sands
Along the cove...

 

[caspai]

Walkin slowly around the corner of the mansion, I look at the garden, amazed at the change. The landscapers had laid out thick sheets of plastic over the lawn inside the wooden frame, and they were busy spreading out bag after bag of kiln-dried sand. As the frame began to fill, they started to contour the sand, creating hills, valleys and drifts around the fountain. They then moved the potted palms waiting near the locked doors of the library so that they looked like a clump springing out of the desert, taking advantage of the precious, rare water of the fountain. I could almost feel the unrelenting heat of the desert sun beating down on my skin, and the tinkling music of the water dancing in the fountain seemed to feel the difference as well. The sparkling flash of sunlight off water seemed to become just a bit more intense. I smile my thanks at the landscapers as they stand back to view the results of their labor.

 

[caspai]

Shaking myself out of my daydream, I look down at my watch, thinking of everything I have done, and feeling suddenly tired. I will go and check on the food, and then there were just a few more details to take care of, and then I would go and take a nap before getting dressed for the party.