A sanctuary in the dark, hidden delight,
The treasure of every explorer
Yellow and golden,
Stands proudly against the green
leaves and there erect in the breeze
Before the glorious sunset.
Across the park beyond, lamented rose beds
The beacon of a bygone age
In time a house held together by
Dreams and joyous laughter.
A temple of pleasure, intended to
Keep the great excesses of summer
Safe and secure,
Discover the spirit of gracious power
Unhindered by carefree hopes
Forever constrained to forgotten days.
Written for Poetry Jam – Where your’e at
(The Hermitage is a Victorian Summer House in Gildredge Park, Eastbourne. I often visited and played there in my youth with my Grandparents.)