THEY WALK ON THE HEARTS OF THE GIRLS
They drowned the village
demolished the Hall, and used the stone
to build the dam, which flooded the valley.
It brought water to the townsfolk,
who now walk in the quiet woods
exploring the ruins of the once grand Hall
and exclaiming at what was formerly so magnificent.
But they walk on the hearts of the young girls,
who scrubbed and polished, swept and dusted,
fetched and carried and curtseyed
for fear of losing their jobs.
The graves on the mount behind the ruins
are those of the rich and powerful,
remembered in stone forever.
The rest, who only mattered to their families,
are now lost beneath the waters
and no one remembers.
They drowned the village
demolished the Hall, and used the stone
to build the dam, which flooded the valley.
It brought water to the townsfolk,
who now walk in the quiet woods
exploring the ruins of the once grand Hall
and exclaiming at what was formerly so magnificent.
But they walk on the hearts of the young girls,
who scrubbed and polished, swept and dusted,
fetched and carried and curtseyed
for fear of losing their jobs.
The graves on the mount behind the ruins
are those of the rich and powerful,
remembered in stone forever.
The rest, who only mattered to their families,
are now lost beneath the waters
and no one remembers.
Ruins of Errwood Hall, Goyt Valley, Derbyshire
1 comment:
Very thought-provoking. I have your yarn and will send. x
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