Castle Dunrobin - New Poem -- The Fatted Calf

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Castle Dunrobin - New Poem

Author:
Lisa Canfield

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Date Posted: 04:51:42 07/26/04 Mon
Author Host/IP: ny-angola2c-214.buf.adelphia.net/24.50.81.214

Castle Dunrobin
Heeding with purple phlox
The great house
That twist around pictish rocks.
That which rests on the north shore of Scotland.
Knows not a sound
Around its play of royal ground
There was a fair bit of light
So we drove to Duncansby head
With feathers in our hike
And lightness beneath our tread
There laid woodland leisure
Around formal arrangements of parterres
Were found.
Remotest great without a disturbance
nor a displacing sound.
Still unspoiled, moorlands rested at its bay.
Threading together the working hives as they did sway
Beneath a warming sun.
And the architectural soot that swept
Across the polished stone,
Is found still erected as the priority
Of Scottish castle�d home.
Gardens of spectactular eye feasts
To say the least.
Circular pools and fountains
To calm the acre�d beast.
Of Victorian charm, of Versailles faux
Castle Dunrobin is the ephiphany
Of French inspired chateau.
And so it rests, childlike yet entombed.
More than just a structure,
A beauty weaved in a spidery loom.

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