Kippers and Castle Keys
Breakfast at the oaken gate
I check in where the moat keeps time,
Suitcases hush across the ancient stone,
Candles rehearse a welcome in low tone,
I check in where the moat keeps time.
Suitcases hush across the ancient stone,
A portrait watches, lacquered, grave, and calm,
The host slips keys that warm my palm,
Suitcases hush across the ancient stone.
A portrait watches, lacquered, grave, and calm,
He lists the rules beneath a creaking gong,
If doors breathe back, be kind and play along,
A portrait watches, lacquered, grave, and calm.
He lists the rules beneath a creaking gong,
Kippers at eight by the oaken gate,
Night stills the courtyard while the lanterns wait,
He lists the rules beneath a creaking gong.
I check in where the moat keeps time,
Suitcases hush across the ancient stone,
Candles rehearse a welcome in low tone,
I check in where the moat keeps time.
About the Creator
Diane Foster
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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A wonderful take on the form and the challenge. Thank you so much