I graced Whitby
In the course of my holidays.
It's a wonderful place
To seek out.
I understand now
How Bram Stoker
Came to pen Dracula here
Without having set foot in Rumania.
The clifftop graveyard
And abbey ruins
Are here to behold in the mists
Where the sea cuts into the cliffs
And the past falls
Into the sea.
Today the authorities
Are doing what they can
To control it.
But why?
What is wrong
With reburial at sea?
The Prince of Darkness Picture Poem :
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| By abbey ruins with darkening stones |
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| where dark cliffs face the hungry sea |
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| where in bijou - a man partakes |
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| with napkin black and gleam of knife |
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| more dark reflections |
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| and blood red wine |
great shot of the abbey behind the gravestones - think there's a couple or so typos in the text need correcting.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gerald. I started off finding a typo and anded with a rejig - - as per normal. I liked the black napkin touch in the restaurant.
ReplyDeleteThe great thing, and what you can bring together the experience and the fun.
ReplyDeleteYou might enjoy the now added Prince of Darkness picture poem
ReplyDeleteNice shots of one of my favourite places Gwil - not a million miles from where I live.
ReplyDeleteIs that a selfie?
ReplyDeleteI have driven through Transylvania and past Dracula's castle but did not stop. It is a long way from Whitby in more ways than one.
ReplyDeleteRachel, I once toyed with idea of running in the Dracula half marathon. Just a passing whim, I suppose. I placed the camera to get the angle and somebody else clicked the button so I suppose I'd call it an assisted-semi-selfie.
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