Poetry

Castle

Big and brooding
Standing proud
Looking foreboding
Whispering sounds
Coming from deep
In her depths
At the castle keep
Voices of the dead

The ancient stone
Tells a tale
Standing alone
Through trial and betrayal
Blood spilt thick
Through its gory past
Oozing through brick
Where shadows won’t cast

Kings and Queens
Ruled this roost
Where some have been
In battle to boost
Defending the castle
And the land
From invading rascals
At least the plan

Hundreds of years
Pass it by
Sheds no tears
For it can’t cry
But it is alive
This castle proud
Listen carefully, do try
To it’s saddened sounds

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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