Cloistered walks rose towards the sky
The cool refectory mirrored
Muted voices
As nuns bowed to
The abbess.
Only ruins are left
Of walls welcoming
William, victorious
From Hastings…
Grey shapes remain.
Sharing their secrets with
Those who listen:
The Curfew Tower
And St Margret
Still hold out and guard those,
Dead to the world
© HMH, 2014
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