Keeper of Secrets
There is a castle up on the hill
I visit sometimes.
It is empty now
and looks quite sad
but long, long ago it was alive
and filled with music,
magic and mystery.
If it could talk
it would tell stories
of kings and queens,
banquets and battles,
laughter, love and loss
but it sits forever silent.
Protector of the Past.
Minder of Memories.
Keeper of Secrets.
I visit sometimes.
It is empty now
and looks quite sad
but long, long ago it was alive
and filled with music,
magic and mystery.
If it could talk
it would tell stories
of kings and queens,
banquets and battles,
laughter, love and loss
but it sits forever silent.
Protector of the Past.
Minder of Memories.
Keeper of Secrets.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Anna Douglas 2023
About the Writer
Julie Anna Douglas
Julie has been writing poems for as long as she can remember and many of them have found homes is beautiful magazines like The Caterpillar, Ladybug and Spider and in poetry collections by The Emma Press and MacMillan Publishing. She particularly enjoys combining poetry and art in workshops for children and her first poetry collection 'Painting Poems' illustrated by Jools Wilson is full of colourful poetry and creative ideas. Her next book is full of poetry maps and will be out soon!
