'Rust To Dust' Poem by Fay Slimm
'Rust To Dust'
Clocking time idly, cargo boats lie open
To sky, emptied and hungry, their restocked
Trade held in containers, secured and roped.
Standing amazed I watched them stowed and locked
Before I moved on. These old docks, manned long
By Cornish toil, musty now, looked supreme
In retrospect. Winter sun highlights rungs
On ladder rising from the sea, tells me
That the tide is on the ebb. I must leave
A scene of modern rust, and trudge my way
To ancient dust. Pendennis Castle weaves
It's spell in style. Long lists record past affrays
With foreigners who dared to land ashore.
What's more King Henry had a second skin
Built into Castle Tower, and such gory
Battles were once fought hand to hand within
It's ramparts. Now dusty noise is canned.
Artificial guns roar hourly, - - - heard
By gasping public, who startled, jump and
Coyly grin. The granite utters not a word.
I have visited Pedennis castle Fay (once got stuck on the narrow staircase too becuase of a fear of falling) and you have described it so well here...brought memories flooding back of time spent in your lovely part of England...and yes the atmosphere inside the castle is awsome...exceptional write here...thank you...Fi 10++++
Wonderful write here Fay capturing the majesty of your beautiful county, thanks Chris 10 +++
Coyly grin. The granite utters not a word. lovely line wonderful write Fay...
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The box boats moored alongside dock container cranes relinquish stock then reloaded five high or more bound for a foreign shore The old Keep guarding the Carrick Road Pendennis Castle, King Henry's abode mock battles for the tourist shilling its granite walls find less than thrilling