There's a freshness due to recent rains
Warm market square in ochre stone
Winding streets where tourists roam.
Flagstones, cobbles, railway bridge*
Crumbling castle on the ridge
Stormed by Cromwell and laid waste;*
But of these violent times – no trace.
Bold, coal-black ravens hop about
Though tethered now, they once had clout;
Their mistress, in medieval garb,
Explains their role in castle yard...
Courthouse, bowling green and benches
Monument to dead in trenches...
The river Nidd swirls far below;
Time to pause and take life slow.
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
** in 1648
* Knaresborough High Bridge (opened 1851)
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