Poem: Medieval Towers


Medieval Towers

Summer winds cool these thousand year memory laden arms
Years of stature has cooled this weary soul
Reaching high I melt into emerald rolling hills
Whispering wisdom and historic elegant charm

Evidence of I remains in the shadow
My soul reaches to cover the valleys below
This place of once romantic majesty and towering palatial show
Exists now a skeletal remain with pride warming hollow walls grown cold.

So proud
I live to feel your warmth as standing tall, firm, I stay,
These stony walls cradle beauty as roses twirl about
Holding in echoes, breaths, and impressions of once glorious medieval days

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

To me old castles are things of mystery, enchantment and enticement, the romantic ideal of an age long past. Thanks for the great imagery, well done.

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magic8ball 5 years ago from Beaverton, OR Author

Thank you so much!! It feels so wonderful when people are kind enough to read your poems and comment on them.

Thanks again!


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