Poem of the weekCowdray House

By The Newsroom
Published 1st Dec 2010, 12:16 BST
Updated 8th Jun 2018, 03:09 BST
A DESOLATE breeze

shivers through

cross-shaped windows.

On parapets

rooks mutter,

like misplaced clergymen.

In floorless rooms,

no ladies sew

delicate embroidery

and gentlemen

do not theorise war

around oak tables.