The photograph for this week’s prompt was taken in Scotland, at St Andrews in the ruined Abbey, during our road trip last year. I loved the way the light caught the edges of the grave markers displayed in the crypt and thought it lent a surreal and otherwordly look to the place and it reminded me of an old legend…
The Crypt
There is an isle of spiral stone
Held fast with sea-linked chain
Where those who served are laid to rest
Until they come again.
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So bright the light they bore in life,
So clear their sight and soul,
That in the faery crypt they sleep
Still incorrupt and whole.
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Their place upon the Isle of Glass
Was earned through song and deed
And here they wait in silent rest
Till Albion has need.
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Here lies the once and future king
Within the fabled round,
Brought hence by Queens in woven mist
Until the call shall sound.
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Walk softly as you tread these halls
Where sleep the brave and best…
For only those who serve the Light
Within its light may rest.
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Thank you to everyone who participated in this week’s photo prompt. Some posts have been reblogged, but please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today…come and join in!
Kim at Writing in North Norfolk
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Shadeau Bourne-Harbord at Lines of Shadeau
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Some more great entries!
Love your poem Sue!
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There are 🙂 Thanks, Ritu. Caer Sidi was the first thing I thought of when I saw the light on the tombs.
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Great Poem Sue! Aww I missed this one due to holidays, such an intriguing photo – looking forward to reading through the responses! KL ❤
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There are some great stories this week 🙂 Hope you had a good holiday 🙂
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Great photo and poem : )
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Thanks, Samantha.
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A fine collection.
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Isn’t it just 🙂
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