Saturday, November 8, 2014

If Walls Could Talk--By Peter Dome--United Kingdom

If Walls Could Talk

The moonlight creeps in like a thief
through an arched Gothic window,
casting dark, long shadows
upon cold sandstone walls.
There's an eerie silence
that whispers to the imagination,
echoing through empty halls.

Spider webs furnish the rooms
and hang precariously from old oak beams,
a huge fireplace now unused
with burned out embers in the grate.

The chandeliers burn no more.
Mice scurry on cold granite floors.
If walls could talk and reveal the history
of happy and sad times
that remain now a mystery.

Hi, my name is Pete. I live in Sheffield, U.K. I hope you enjoy my poems. I look forward to reading yours. My best wishes. Pete.


  1. I love the vividness of the images; like an actual visit to an old celtic castle that once held a family. I'm so happy you shared this one. Enjoyed the read immensely.

  2. Hi, Pete! I love your poem with all its garish-like descriptions, cobwebs and shadows dancing around in the old castle with hidden doors and cellars. At least, within the walls of this old, has-been castle - is exactly how I grasp and perceive your poem ( as only you can do!) You must've been awake at night, not able to sleep and staring at dancing, dark shadows with the wind furiously blowing and having its way with your creative mind......... yes? Sheri /

  3. Pete, excellent work. Look forward to seeing more!

  4. Another great opening verse that carries me through the entire poem lacking nothing. Thank you for sharing this nicely-written poem, Peter. Continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  5. Hi Peter, your poem took me on a tour of an old castle. I visualized the cobwebs, eerie silence, long shadows & hallway echos. I could almost feel a chill down my spine! Great descriptive piece! Enjoyed reading it ~Chris

  6. Dear Peter,

    I enjoyed your well illustrated write on a - I assume an old castle and wondering of its past history of the life and times there. Well done, Peter!