The Old Asylum
The last incumbents long departed,
Their tortured sounds quiet
but in these walls intered
fragments of lost conversation.
Cavernous rooms, devoid of comfort,
echo with each intruder’s footfall.
The lone chair broken
and musty paper peeling
None living will know
what horrors these walls witnessed.
Odin’s ravens circling the leaden skies
their only guardians now.
Highly Commended at Slough Arts, 2011.