Barking Abbey

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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