Nottingham Castle
by poetrydiary
Only the burning remains:
blackened stones and silent rock –
gatehouse to nowhere.
This is a land of half-myth;
rebels and oppressive lords –
lost in leaves and fog.
Reality is stranger;
original democrats –
rioting for votes.
Like Cairo today, they cared
and acted against the odds –
looking for better.
Manicured grass and dark stones;
neither one thing nor the other –
today’s castle sleeps.
Robin Hood was more open;
confronting evil with hope –
he led from the front.
Copyright ©2011 Matthew Rhodes
Nottingham castle was burned down by the citizens of the town in 1832, rioting for the right to vote. I was born and brought up there, so know it well.
poetry diary 
I have your poems stacking up, but I can never not comment on a castle poem. Again, different in style and content. You are still maintaining an individuality with each. I love the first and last lines particularly. And, I like the paralleling with Egypt.