Ruins of Dinas Bran {Poem}

So I mentioned that I had written a couple of poems while I was on our trip to Europe.  Of course there were fantastic views everywhere to inspire poetry, but I was also given an itch to write after visiting Dove Cottage, home to William Wordsworth. This is my attempt at a poem about the castle ruins we hiked up to – looking over the pretty town of Llangollen in Wales.

Be warned: This is not great poetry, but I share it anyway because it’s a fun way to express thoughts {I encourage you to give it a try!} and this poem doesn’t rhyme- on purpose – LOL.

Here are some of the photos of Dinas Bran Castle ruins and surrounding views:

Ruins of Dinas Bran
by Lisa Marie Watson

Stone upon stone, forming misshapen walls
On a ruin-crowned hilltop,
Silently guarding quaint village below.
Ruins royally dressed with all nature’s finest:
Tapestries woven with sky blue and cloud
Meet carpets of green with white woolen spots.
Heavy the hush that falls over the rocks,
Listening for memories sung by the wind,
Broken only by echoes of bleating hill sheep.
Far down the path leads,
From stones to village,
From stillness to bustle,
Castle history forgotten.
But an upward glance at rock guards near the sky
Brings whispers of past back to mind.

Hope you enjoyed a little glimpse of our time in Wales! And the next poem I’ll post does actually rhyme – you’re welcome.

With Love,
from Lisa Marie