Bridgnorth Castle: A-Crumbling & A-Tumbling…
I never did enjoy making sandcastles,
Which entailed laborious, patient and endless
Digging of damp sand and patting down
And tipping out the failed
Lumps of inverted bucket-shapes,
Which often crumpled, then the relentless
Tide spilled and spewed across them,
Buckling the structures, regardless…
I gaze at the remains of Bridgnorth Castle,
Which harbour valour and history and duress;
The physically dug foundations hide deep down
And cling to the ailing
Stump of the once vertical Keep’s mass,
Which now crumples under the stress,
Its mass leaning and listing, weathered,
Buckling the structure, shapeless…
Pete Ray
August 2020
Visiting Bridgnorth’s really smart castle gardens, where the ruins of the building high above the River Severn are well presented…
I was not patient enough to make any decent sandcastles as a kid, preferring kicking a ball, playing cricket and running in and out of the sea, mainly at Bournemouth, until I was around ten years of age…
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