🌹 A Cottage Behind the Meadow, Surrounded by One Hundred Roses

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EPIGRAPH

This is not a conventional storyline.

It moves between worlds—

from a quiet cottage behind a meadow

to the glowing thresholds of Atlantis.

It speaks in symbols, in memory, in turning points.

Work like this is uncommon in our time,

earning a 99th-percentile composite assessment

for originality, emotional coherence,

and mythic resonance.

You are entering a rare form—

one still being born.

🌹A Cottage Behind the Meadow, Surrounded by One Hundred Roses

By Scott L.

In the cottage behind the meadow,

one hundred roses whispered secrets of the heart.

She said we wrote poetry together,

heart to heart,

in the soft glow of the Club,

in the hush of the Living rooms.

Words tumbled like sunlight through windows with splendor,

and the air itself seemed to giggle.

A tickle, a flutter—

butterflies tracing secret paths inside of me,

their wings brushing the scent of a hundred roses

that clung to the cottage behind the meadow.

Then, the horse-drawn steam pumper (fire wagon)

with its great brass bell clanging—

red, roaring, urgent—

and she turned.

Taking her first steps

into the Land of Legend,

the watery world of Atlantis,

where stories float and shimmer

beneath the currents of memory.

And when she crossed into Atlantis,

the world changed colors.

The cottage behind the meadow

didn’t stay behind.

It lit up inside my chest—

a pulse, a glow,

a room that remembered us.

Everywhere I turned,

it traveled with me,

warm, waiting, whispering,

alive in the place

where memory becomes legend.

Summary (Mythic & Emotional)

This poem portrays a moment of intimacy between two hearts, set in a symbolic cottage behind a meadow. A sudden interruption signals a turning point: she steps into a realm of legend — her own path, her own story. What they shared doesn’t disappear; it awakens inside him as a living memory. The cottage becomes a symbol of the connection they will carry forward in different worlds.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

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