Glottenham Castle Poem by Hm. Nes

Glottenham Castle



Your castle is deserted, Sir.
Where go your servants?
Where goes your wife?
You live a lonely life here, Sir.
Have you no friends?

For two long days I've watched you, Sir.
The windows darken-
The dogs run wild-
Forsooth, why do you stay here, Sir?
Do hear a child

I left my home when Mamma died.
She buried Papa
With all the kids,
Save but for me who somehow lives-
She felt so cold

With her last breath she whispered: 'Glot! '
'Glottenham Castle.
'Go there! Go there! '
But all I find are fresh-dug graves
And you alone

For two long days I've watched you, Sir.
I'm all but starving-
The fever grows-
I pray you'll find me in your haymow
All alone

Your castle is deserted, Sir.
Do welcome a child


(Of Glottenham Castle, Essex. Black Plague [1300-1350] killed all but one inhabitant.)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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