The hunch-doubled thorns,
ingrown pantries
dung-puddled;
the moss-stone walls
tumble-gapped.
The nettle-cracked doorway,
lintel-fallen
byre-footed;
the cloud curtained windows
elder-berried.
The stone-sheltered air
bumbled still,
ruin-reverent;
the submerged garden ridges
dumb-founded.
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