Sleeping with history
Among whispering walls
Slanted windows
Old wooden doors
A creaking stair
A wall brick bare
Ghosts of the past
Their futures cast
Explorers plotted
James Cook, William Scoresby
The heritage thickens
The writer Charles Dickens
Candlelight, log fires
Heightening the senses
Awakening desires
Eyes closed imagining
Those who’ve travelled
Through these ancient vestibules
Whose lives unravelled
Wise men and occasional fools
Sleeping with history
Endless legends magical mystery.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This week we had a pre-Christmas break at the ancient Whitby coaching inn, The White Horse and Griffin. Captain Cook and Charles Dickens are amongst those who have come through its doors since opening in the early 18th century.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A fine write RB.
Super write, if only those walls could speak what wonderful tales they would have to offer.
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