#67

We go to castle on the border,
it rains and I remember that it rained
the last time that we came too.
We climb the winding stairs and
they try on the chain mail,
and they can’t believe how heavy it is.
The rain clears
and we go outside
and they roll down the bank,
the laughter exploding from their lungs
as they go.

Published by lizpike

Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.

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