Can you build a place half ruined?
Leave some of the rooms unfinished?
Carve a fort from Shropshire sandstone,
keep the windows soaring and wide
so the light pours into libraries
endless and stacked high.
With shelves and shelves of volumes.
Every room another genre
and books that never end
and cushioned seats to loose yourself in
so time becomes impotent
and each day is just that, a day,
and each night just darkening hours.
Leave the walls to fall into the gardens
running wild with cornflowers and daisies,
a vegetable patch behind the old well,
and orchards filled with plums and cherries,
pears, apples and damsons,
the trees old, huge and untamed,
perfect for climbing.
Can I build a place like that?
Sprawling and beautiful,
creeping and quiet,
a castle, a keep,
a place for words and gardens.
Tonight’s poetic challenge is to create a building with our poems. I hope you like my booky castle. If you want to share your own perfect building or just check out the other entries, then click the badge above to go to the wonderful Poets Pub.