Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk

Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk

I came upon you near to dusk
watching on the final hill
as modern sculpture, graced stone
calm, slumbering, still.

I wandered through the ghostly rooms
sparely traced by tumbled walls
seeking echoes from soft souls
who coloured life into your walls.

I touched your stone with tender hand
seeking signs of yesterday
a remnant of another time
rains had washed your tales away

Yet something of those times remain
within the spaces of your keep
the wind it sped a reedy tune
and voices murmured slow and deep.

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Raw Thinker October 26, 2017 at 1:37 PM You are an amazing writer...best I've read Patricia Cresswell October 26, 2017 at 3:31 PM Thank you for the encouraging comment.

Silent One October 26, 2017 at 9:25 AM A deep and sad write.. This is written very well and is haunting to the soul... Patricia Cresswell October 26, 2017 at 3:24 PM Oh Silent One you are kind to take the time to read and comment. I believe that every dwelling has a story or many for that matter and they call out to us if only we had the patience to listen.

Gregory Richard Barden October 25, 2017 at 11:12 PM Superb rhythm and rhyme, and exquisite phrasing and word-craft - enjoyed this thoroughly and have to fav ... blessings! :-) <3 Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 11:32 PM Thank you again Gregory. I am too happy it pleased you.

John Fleming October 25, 2017 at 8:30 PM Ruined castles are "two a penny" in "Old Blighty"...and they never cease to thrill! From mighty Arundel Castle, home of England's premier Duke, to the ruins of Beeston, just down the road from me, they always impress! Enjoyed this one, Patricia...has a strangely reassuring quality about it all - great write! :) john John Fleming October 25, 2017 at 10:50 PM To some large extent I rather agree with this contention of yours, Patricia. :) john Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 9:14 PM I think that if you treat a ruin with respect then it will tell its story. Thank you John.

Sunlite Wanter October 25, 2017 at 6:20 PM Great poem expressing that feeling of "presences" in historical places. Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 6:30 PM Hello Sunny one, how are you? Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment

Vijay Pandit October 25, 2017 at 6:05 PM Lovely conversation with the ruins--ending stanza quite reflective of the past! Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 6:29 PM My secret is out I listen to buildings especially dwellings. Thank you Vijay.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 25, 2017 at 5:03 PM Gorgeous pen, finishes with a sigh.