Ruins Of A Castle.

Castle RuinsCastle Ruins.

While I was in Wales I touched these walls of the Ruins of Narberth Castle

I wrote a few lines of a poem in my little notebook and since coming home I have added a few more lines..

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The top left is how it must have looked in its day… and one can only use ones imagination to the knights of old and the regalia that was about in its day. When I touched the stones these were the words that came to me.

Castle of Old

My hands touch the ruins of the castle stones of old

The wind blows back the time when these bones were bare and cold

To a place where the Celts lived and dragons used to roam

Where the magic of a land was once a place called home

A Wiccan girl in ragged clothes did stand the test of power

As she stood there praying silently to the heavens in the tower

For Banners flew and warriors cried as battle did commence

And the Castle walls did crumble absorbing her lament

A Knight so bold Did race to find his love

He heard but a prayer held on the wind echo from above

The cry now echoed across the land as the wind did touch the stone

The Wiccan girl on spiral rides the Dragons back on home.

“I gave my heart I give my life and in these walls I stay

And one day soon in futures Dawn A maiden will pass my way

And when she touches these stones of old my story she will tell

Of a time when a Wiccan Girl weaved her magic spell.”

© Sue Dreamwalker 2011 All rights reserved.

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. aussieian2010
    Mar 19, 2011 @ 11:51:56

    Wow you really got my poetic mind wandering back in time , to times of olden mysteries , battles and times of fair maidens , damsels in distress and knights of old and knights so bold, if those walls in your pics could talk they would take us to times of a world of ancient excitement.
    Well done Princess
    Ian

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    • Sue Dreamwalker
      Mar 19, 2011 @ 18:58:00

      Thank you Ian, yes the mind is a wonderous gift and as I stood there that is what I saw in my mind, the days of Old when Knights were bold, lol….. and yes if those walls could talk!…. What a Tale to tell! Thanks for dropping in and I hope you found some soothing balm! 🙂

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  2. sheila
    Mar 20, 2011 @ 10:22:13

    You have indeed Dreamwalker gone way back to those days, it’s interesting to rememeber those times. I love your words and it took me way back also. xSheilax

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  3. rosemarymonteith
    Mar 20, 2011 @ 16:20:47

    Brilliant poem Sue, really like it

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  4. eclipseofthemoon
    Mar 21, 2011 @ 11:25:42

    Thank you for the travel back in time Sue 🙂
    Great pics as well!

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  5. Lenore Stringer
    Mar 21, 2011 @ 20:07:23

    What a lovely poem…so heartfelt.

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