Bedroom Walls & Borrowers
When gazed upon and slowly so
These old stone bedroom walls
Of ours
Share their clay painted off white
Earth born faces
Which morph and merge then
Gradually dissolve and disappear
Ham stone delinquent every one
Yes indeed
By candle light
The serving wench and whore
The cider maker
Washer woman
Milk maid and poets several
Plus Beryl Whitaker of course
They all still linger around the tap room
A mere four hundred years
Of DNA
Tis all preserved
Between the floorboards and the
Ceiling of our bedroom
Where lovers love and loved
And fought and so many others died
Yes indeed
Between the reign of James 1st
And our dear Elizabeth 2nd
The truth cannot be denied
The Borrowers delight
In taking things and moving them
Both by day and in the dead of night