The Loneliness of the Crumbling Keep


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.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016


My response to Sue Vincent – Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – broken #writephotowritephoto

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