March 25, 2014

casual colonial III

and so, around the clock, our angels continued to grace the spaces in Carcosa Seri Negara to the delight of Mr. Roxburgh who never tired of according praises to the busy flock.  dull vanities were vindicated with voluminous sprigs of radiant orchids and drab corners were decked up with scintillating spires of resplendent heliconias.  even the dank interiors of heirloom armoires were invigorated with colorful fluffs of lovable roses and hydrangeas.  all the respectable guests were visibly pleased, we were told:
they dined on mince, and slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible spoon,
and hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
they danced by the light of the moon,
the moon,
the moon,
they danced by the light of the moon.