I started this as an exercise in practising description while on holiday recently in Scarborough. We’ve stayed right next to the castle for 2 years now and I love what an atmospheric and melancholic place it is, especially in the early morning or evening when it gets shrouded in mist.
Built up and battered
Down with pre-school
Accuracy; now
Preserved for field trips
And visitors – A
Bitter wind stings the
Pink cheeks of these
Intruders as they
Wander between the
Lego brick ruins.
Breath frosts on touching
The biting air; tongues
Savour salt and the
Chill makes sensitive
Teeth ache. Icy rain
Begins to fall in
Crystalline sheets –
Splattering the mossy
Whiskers on grey, green
Stones. They wave in greeting
To the fat teardrop
Prisms bouncing off
A rainbow of brollies
And waterproof jackets;
Lifting from the remains
Like a liquid portcullis.