New ships ...

Old stone kept off the wind -

I'd climbed the high hill to the castle -

Left behind the church and the town -

Up on the cold walls I could see the wild water -

The long white waves making the sea road to the north -

There were buttercups amongst the salty grass -

Purple flowers growing from the stone -

I stood in a roofless hall -

I climbed the stairs where seagulls watched me pass -

The shard of the keep against the sky -

The wind carrying the years in from the sea -

The chapel, half buried in the earth, a nest of prayer -

The beacon waiting to be lit -

New ships to cross the sea -


11.30
Thursday 9 May 2019

Scarborough Castle