Thursday, 11 April 2013


Embattled walls of ancient rock
Keep me in towers
I'd abide in bartizans,
peering through tiny windows
looking for arrows
running up spiral staircases
winding to the roof
on slip worn treads
grab a shaky hand rail
or, a rope that slides when you stumble,
Memories lurk in thick stone walls.
A place of safety
for perpetuity,
time and space apart,
defencive mountains,
moated not Loched,
made to last forever,
by history's craftsmen.

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