Kirklees writers bring their work to lunch, chew it over, then post it.
Looking down from Castle Hill
A beautiful world, perfect and still.
The setting sun its crimson glow
Casting shadows on the earth below.
So many memories slowly unfold
Kept close in my heart – stories untold.
Hints of mystery and nostalgia. Simple and soothing.
Makes me curious to hear the stories. I bet Castle Hill will never reveal what it knows.
A poem as sturdy as the landmark. All-seeing, all-knowing but never wholly revealing. Thank you, Susie!
This has always been MY castle (live very close to it) - thank you for this lovely piece!
Hints of mystery and nostalgia. Simple and soothing.
ReplyDeleteMakes me curious to hear the stories. I bet Castle Hill will never reveal what it knows.
ReplyDeleteA poem as sturdy as the landmark. All-seeing, all-knowing but never wholly revealing. Thank you, Susie!
ReplyDeleteThis has always been MY castle (live very close to it) - thank you for this lovely piece!
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