Poetry

An Independent Sunrise

By 16th September 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

Yon ramparts bathed in light o’er Norham (Tweed)
Twud set one’s heart aglow, espied through time
To sense what Turner saw, hath sowed the seed
In countless landscapes; castles past their prime
Yet tales to tell exist behind its walls
Here once an army by “The Bruce” was led
Whilst battles raged midst dark and howling squalls
“The Hammer’s Queen” didst lay her regal head
When captured by the skill of Artist’s brush
Tho’ tranquil as portrayed beneath blue skies
One can’t deny the din behind the hush
As paint belies the sound of ancient cries
Where canvas primed doth here illuminate
“Mons Meg” booms out to all who seek their fate

Richard Gildea

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