To be honest not much remains
of Cardigan Castle by the Teifi
transformed from wood to stone by Lord Rhys.
I pass by his wooden statue
and giant seat where an eagle perches,
centuries ago you could hear the sounds
of music and poetry performed in these grounds
which seem to drift in the sultry summer air.
I saunter to the Kitchen Gardens
now restored to their former glory
producing apples, soft fruit and vegetables
with common white butterflies flickering.
It is these gardens which thrill me the most,
in my mind I picture many a ghost.