Saturday, 6 April 2013

On the Edge

A very windy day out at Grosnez Castle was the inspiration for this Saturday poem:

On the Edge

On Grosnez Castle, a cold wind blows
And on the edge, you stand, my dear
Framed in the archway, there you pose
So close to the edge, the cliffs so near

The granite rocks, now ruined stones
All that is left, the proud stronghold
The cold wind freezes to the bones
And you stand there, so very bold

Once sounded out the clarion call
Invasion meant seek refuge here
Stone fortress, where sheer cliffs fall
But on the edge, you stand, no fear

The North Wind blowing across the bay
And you stand there, far above the spray

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