Trip To The Castle

(inspiration: a photo of a castle with a mote and bridge in front  …and memories)

Weeks of planning
The car is ready
Plenty of petrol
Goodies in the boot
Juice, rolls, cheese
The map and us
Hop in the car
For the drive
Through the woods
Over the hills
Into the valley
A bridge to
Welcome us
To the castle
Grassy mote
Surrounding
Stone steps
And walls

Cold, so cold
Bone chilling
Whispers
Within the walls
Mumbling words
Long lost souls
Speak silently
Of troubled past

No longer present
The distant events
Just memories
For mythology

Alas only lingers
Of the past
Present themselves
To visitors keen
To connect with
Only for a moment
We venture into
The spiraling
Stony stairs
Along the outside
Wall, climbing up
Some tiny, well worn
Openings here and there
Stone everywhere
So cold until
A glimpse
Of light
Appears
The great
Opening
The sun invites us
Out…out to warmth

And a view from
The tower…
Awestruck
And speechless
The roar of whispers
Returns to scream
Know our story
Tell our story
We live on in you
By Pauline Harris

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