My Sunday Poem … # 16

My Sunday Poem … # 16

The Ruins at Castle Acre


Castle Acre is a village in Norfolk, England. Just outside the present day village are the ruins of a castle and priory built in 1089 soon after the Norman Conquest. I used to visit them sometimes during the 1970s. This is a poem I wrote shortly after one such visit.

The Ruins at Castle Acre

The Ruins
Stand hard against the sky
Glorified and Magnified
A vision in the golden lights and shades
Of sunset’s fading flame


Voices have hung their echo here
Among the shadows

And shadows seem stronger
Than the cold stone walls that cast them
For stripped of mortal flesh
By time’s immortal weathering
High walls and towers crumble
And are dust with their makers


Night finds the moon
Between two towers
The voices die
And we are haunted
By our inward ghosts



10 responses to “My Sunday Poem … # 16

  1. Powerful, thought-provoking, and mysterious…. and together with the pictures a complete experience! I love that poem, Kris!

  2. Very well written Chris. It evoked many memories of wandering around ancient buildings in the UK. I used to love looking at the wear marks on the stone steps… and wondering about the people who contributed to those wear marks! 🙂

  3. Nice, Chris! The photo is very evocative.

  4. Great imagery! I love it.

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