On the Castle Green

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In her arms she held him,
As he was dying
He turned to her and said,
“You’re so beautiful.
My life is crashing around me.’

You are my one dream
Of standing tall and proud,
And greater than I,
With many so limitless possibilities,
An unknown hopes and hope
Is awaiting for you.

If I were ever sure, I’m so sure,
Of everything I want and need,
Never expected someone like you
So great in my life,
On a path so winding, twisting,
And turning, and so wonderfully,
Changed.

Where Wales has so many choices,
The endless possibilities,
Yes, and my heart loves this countryside,
My soul is the lightest blue,
Looking at the Breacons.

The eyes never lie; always they are true,
For me and for you in this place,
Called Crickhowell Mid-Wales,
My eyes are in the Black mountains,
And your eyes are there too,
But looking back at me,
Looking up at you.

Crickhowell means Crug Hywel, Crughywel,
And Crucywel in Welsh, in the southeastern Powys,
It lies on the between Abergavenny
In the Brecon.

The name Crickhowell is from that of
A nearby Iron Age hill fort of Crug Hywel,
It’s the name of the town,
Where it lies on the River Usk,
On the southern edge of the Black Mountainsm
In the eastern part of the Brecons.

There is a ruined castle there
With a seventeenth-century stone bridge,
Over the River Usk, with its odd arches,
Twelve on one side, thirteen on the other,
Beside the Brecon to Abergavenny road.

Its castle initially a motte and bailey,
Built from 1121, by Robert Turberville
A family of Norman Lords, Hugh Turberville
Who was the Seneschal of Gascony.

Where his services were called upon
By King Edward I to train Welsh men-at-arms,
He transformed warriors into the disciplined,
A medieval army capable of conquering.

Hugh led both cavalry and 6,000 infantry
Recruited in the Welsh Marches
For King Edward’s forces,
He fought against Rhys ap Mareduddm
During his rising from 1287 to 1291,
The ruined stone double tower still stands
On the Castle Green,
Where he left her.

2 thoughts on “On the Castle Green

  1. This poem is one I struggle so hard not to fall in love at first read, but you make it impossible. I loved it 🙂

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