“Castle” by Alan Hogan


I think that I would rather like
To live in a castle
Walking to the downstairs library
Selecting one book among the hundreds
Sitting down by a finely crafted ornamental window
Occasionally gazing out at the perfectly manicured gardens

Or donning a sweater on a cold and snowy day
Relaxing on a regally red sofa
By a towering stone fireplace
The wood cracking and popping
While I sip the finest brandy
From my crystal goblet

Perhaps instead losing myself the entire day
In a few of the many rooms
And not seeing anyone at all
Until dinner was served
On the elongated mahogany table with elegant linen
At precisely six p.m.