Cloistered the privacy of a room is not enough for those who wish a canopy above their beds AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: redgladiola Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com View all posts by redgladiola
13 thoughts on “Cloistered”
We used to have mosquito nets in Guyana, it was amazing how insulated and private you felt…!
I suppose that is both functional and private. =)
I heard that those canopied beds came about to stop things dropping onto people from rather uncertain ceilings and thatches…
Oh, haven’t thought of that. Thanks for letting me know. =)
Canopies are wonderful. I wish I had one!
I’m sure you can rig one up. =)
To canopy or not. We often live away sometimes far from at least some of our people. “The privacy of a room”, whether our own or not, is not enough – we close our eyes to be with or away from them. Like “Cloistered”
Indeed! Some alone time is good for recharge.
Sometimes we long for something grander. And then to be cloistered in our grandeur, so no one can get too close. Good one.
Very thoughtful. Thanks!
Funny and thoughtful. Great work!