eclipse Posted September 24, 2018 Share Posted September 24, 2018 Castle's beauty recedes into craggy elegance, lost entrances lead to rooms in historians minds. Parts of the castle have fallen into the sea, tides are like tongues echoing the last words and reflections of those lost in battle. The water is like a photographers shroud, the castle a camera, rain drops the disparate pieces of a photograph, whose version of history is correct?. Rain goes much deeper into stone than the wind, impulse for war overrides conscience. Workers in the Bayeux tapestry digging a moat start to excavate for words touching a picture in a closed book, clouds are like ghosts from old battles lacking the power of speech as they pass over this fortress with dementia and lost windows. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted September 28, 2018 Share Posted September 28, 2018 fortress with dementia most original! Castle's elegance recedes into craggy beauty, an option? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted September 29, 2018 Share Posted September 29, 2018 Hi Barry, Reading this makes me feel like I'm there in this "fortress of dementia". Agree with Badge, love the phrase, it sums up all that you wrote before perfectly. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted September 30, 2018 Share Posted September 30, 2018 The takeaway is a sense of stoic forlornness. Much enjoyed. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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