traitors

to the best of my memory
it was a cold misty morn
when to the tower we were borne
they called us traitors
but we weren’t king haters
it was those wrongfully imprisoned
that we wanted to save
but with no fields nearby
only magic could do that …

d’Verse, 3-12 line poem using a combination of 3 words from the what3words website, Sarah – I chose field, memory, magic which defines the Traitors Gate entry to the Tower of London, a medieval prison …

check out this site for the 3 words to describe your locality in case you get lost!

24 comments

  1. Powerful, intriguing, and captivating poem, SweetKate! You made me feel as if I was right there!
    Thank goodness for those throughout history, and today, who care about the wrongly imprisoned and others who have no voice.
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PS…makes me think of one of my fav books… The Count of Monte Cristo.

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  2. This sounds like a story I want to hear while curled up on a comfy couch, with a blanket around my shoulders and a cup of hot cocoa in front of a fire on a dark, stormy night. Well done capturing the mood!

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  3. I love this piece and the history associated with it. Very beautifully entwined and especially tragic for those who were imprisoned. You communicate that powerfully.

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