Rylstone

 

Up on the moor, beneath the crag,

A ruin rots its walls in rain,

The bracken shoots break through the rust

Of last years’ growth and crumbling rock.

 

The curlew’s call, reclaim the sky,

Await the screams of summer’s swifts.

This point round which disaster whirls,

Is still and calm and sorrow deep

 

They left the shell and took the heart.

From hanging hopes the stories drip,

From dropping ropes and sheering axe.

A ruin stands its speechless ground.

 

And every spring those curlews call,

There’s freedom here to question all.

 

 

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One Comment to “Rylstone”

  1. Rylstone is a tiny village – a hamlet really – in the Yorkshire Dales. It is notable for being one of the centers of The Pilgrimage of Grace, and of northern discontent directed at King Henry VIII and his reformation.

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