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
Closer
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
Closer
Night finds the moon
Between two towers
The voices die
And we are haunted
By our inward ghosts
1951 Club 
Powerful, thought-provoking, and mysterious…. and together with the pictures a complete experience! I love that poem, Kris!
Thank you, Erika.It is quite an eerie place at night.
Oh, I bet it is! That’s what might have inspired you, I guess!
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! 🙂
Hi Colin. I know just what you mean. Thanks for dropping by.
Nice, Chris! The photo is very evocative.
Many thanks.
Great imagery! I love it.
Many thanks Mike. So glad you enjoyed it. All the best. Kris.
Me too! The shadows are stronger……