Wednesday 21 May 2014

Tintern Abbey



They walked in the rain
Ancient ruins beckoned
Peering through the mist

Not a soul was there
Still, quiet, secrets lurking
None that they could see

Massive walls told tales
They strained to hear the choir
Of long dead phantoms

8 comments:

  1. old buildings really talk to you as this poem did

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  2. Evocative. Makes me wish we had some ancient ruins around here.

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  3. Spooky, but I'd still love to be there.

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  4. This is just the sort of place I would like to visit! It could send the imagination soaring. Great piece!

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  5. I agree - definitely would like to run through these walls..there be ghosts (and stories) I reckon ;) Made me think of Tintagel..

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  6. Oh, I hear this story told in a scary voice in the darkness! Cool!

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  7. Tintern Abbey was destroyed by the promiscuous serial killer Henry V111 along with the other beautiful abbeys. All that he is remembered for is his vandalism ,murders and the religion he created.

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