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!