THE one eye of Barry Castle is blue
For it's now a bright summer's day
As I stare at the sad ruins
And wander through the lonely arch.
It certainly lacks the grandeur
Of Caerphilly and Cardiff castles
Ignored by the locals who pass it by
Under a lovely cerulean sky.
Yet it is a little gem in suburbia
Americans would adore a 12th century castle
Literally on their doorstep.
Only a seagull now guards
The summit of the roofless building
Merely the gatehouse and hall survive.
There was once an alehouse built on the site
And if I listen closely I just might
Hear the ghosts of revellers
Now resting forever in forgotten tombs.
I reside on a bench outside its walls
Grateful the castle defiantly stands
And it's to the people of Barry's credit
That it hasn't been removed from history
But it's so far from its halcyon days
And every year it decays and decays.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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