Craigdarrich Castle


The Morning Room

A century after the family fortunes expired

Where they greeted each day, it's opportunities 

made their choices, accepted the consequences

Silent now, except for the relentless ticking of the mantle clock


This mountain of stone, these acres of oak, 

all the refinements of their modernity

The grace, style, position and power accumulated

Cannot prevent life, defer decay,

resist the glaciation of that slow, patient, 

ticking clock.

 © Philip Knight 2018