Andrew Rimmer

Castle Hill In Church Woods - Poem by Andrew Rimmer

Into the eerily thin reality of Church Woods
Narrow forbidding path passing the churchyard;
Above behold sentinel headstone crosses, silhouetted black.
Silence suspends; the caw of carrion crows high in the canopy.

This dark harmony of twilight slides into a presentiment:
A restive sound of many jostling horses,
Indistinct yet audible voices: angry, cajoling, threatening:
Aromatic smells of wood smoke and incense.

Two disparate worlds - ages overlaying:
Two train windows coming together briefly:
A revelation glimpsed from another's journey.
Castle Hill arises; a realm past: bailey perched atop motte.

Led around the spectral moat without design,
Facing a knight cast in diffuse blue grey shadow:
Metal of helmet and chainmail flecked in pearl white,
An enigmatic bond made willingly but fleetingly.

Horsemen dragging their prone prisoner by rope:
Riding out; eagles circling towards their estuary: a fate spent
Yet unknown: a wound in the temporal void. Reality ripples, thickens;
Darkness of night ascends Church Wood: aircraft noise overhead.

Castle Hill, nevertheless, imperturbably still towers above;
Impregnable to all and impossibly to time itself;
For time has revealed its nature by its mercy, and is merciless.
Forever in the abyss: between the corporeal and the eternal.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem based on a real'thin place' which spooks many people, the site of a Norman Motte & Bailey castle which is an overspill graveyard. The protagonist sees the past and bonds, but is caught between the two worlds. I like the horror of inadvertantly witnessing the past and not being able to return.

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  • (8/17/2012 10:33:00 AM)

    I like this, a poem written with care and structure, good work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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