The Loneliness of the Crumbling Keep

Posted on September 10, 2016 by Sue Vincent

writing in north norfolk

broken-castle

This broken building of flint and stone

Was once a sturdy keep;

Now the hill on which it stands is overgrown

And grazed by sheep.

No coat of arms to greet a visitor,

No roof nor floor;

No guard protects the perimeter,

No servant at the door.

The ancient walls once solid and secure

Are damp and crumbled;

The towers from which damsels once lured

Knights have tumbled.

Bindweed and ivy are the only pennants

Flying from the walls;

Pigeons and rodents are the only tenants

Living in these halls.

My response to S ue Vincent – Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – broken #writephoto

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.

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