Cardiff Castle Walking

A row of wire frame beds
in a narrow corridor
the stones look smooth
but snag the skin
of my fingers as I
run my hand
along the contours of
the walls.
Castle walls.

It’s dark.
It’s dim.
It’s dank.

And at the end of the corridor
into sunshine and
detailing construction of castles
following destruction of walls
following construction of fortifications
following destruction of landscape.

The trajectory of the path I take –
back in time,
back in time.

Romanticize history.
Go back
and all you’ll see
dark, dim, dank
rough and snagging

I wanted layers.
They told me layers.
They told me
roman fort
medieval castle
victorian excess

and they started with
war bunkers.

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