Old lady by the Sea

High atop the frothing sea
waves shattering on the shore
bleak
grey
no sense of wonder
no one comes here any more.
Once used for galas
for entertainment
for bringing together
societal equals
pauper poets
inebriated journalists
sober judges
the list can go on and on.
When lit up at night
the mansion gleamed
history seeping from the stones
at every turn.
Time can be a harsh mistress
sea salt
sea winds
land winds
causing the rocks to tumble.
Once a proud maiden true
his parsimonious nature
has turned her into a bitter old woman
turned in on her memories
as ghosts of the past
dance through forgotten halls
to music no one can hear.
August 29/18

Photo by Steije Hillewaert on Unsplash