Tintern Abbey Poem

Creative writing

With the breeze in its frame, Tintern Abbey lives here ;

Nobody came for years, it did not shed a tear ;

Its roof, though it fell down, has vanished over time,

Transforming the abbey, into a place of rhyme.

With the breeze in its frame, there is no living soul.

Completely abandoned, Nature took back control,

The massive stones remain, so does Tintern Abbey ;

This huge shrine still exists, lost in the wild valley.

The green grass contrasts with the grey and sturdy stones

The whole bright colours dance, brightening up some zones,

For the few passengers, it is thanks to Nature,

The sacred place has charm, this is its main feature.

The mystical abbey, rising from its ashes,

Conveys a deep feeling when the red sun flashes ;

At night its pace calms down, and everything slows down :

The gloomy atmosphere, makes it a stern ghost town.

A small man dressed in white, bowed and old, approaches,

Walking with a firm step, without leaving traces,

He seems to have respect, in all this peacefulness.

Not a single human disturbed this quietness.

This man with a white coat, enters this huge marvel,

Stunned by the purity, he looks highly careful ;

Careful of what he sees, careful of what he hears

The silence of the place, scares him, brings him to tears.

Despite its condition, Tintern Abbey stays still,

Despite its sad story, it has an iron will,

Despite its mystery, Poetry is fancy :

This is a crumb of hope, thanks to its majesty.