TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 42

Imagination can run wild. Poems can be literal or fantastical - there is no limit when you are making your own world. So here I am on my steed writing with a quill, about to siege a castle in fantasy alone.

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“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.” Franz Kafka

Castle

We approached the castle,

Straight on ready to siege,

You my liege and I prepared,

To fight for our life and creed.

Storming the gate,

I worried we might be late,

Having been delayed

By dreams of cream teas.

Should we turn back?

No, for we knew what

We wanted and take it,

Not thinking of consequence.

Our valour overtakes us,

And we enter knowing

This is now our realm,

And divide the spoils.

“A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches with high flames prevailed over the night.” Virgil