Castle ten Berghe
In Castle ten Berghe
The Flemish phantoms float
Aristocratic accoutrements enclosed
By a moat.
A regal buck on the coat of arms
The silent solitude of its stately charms.
A half day’s drive
From the fields of Ypres–
Where boys went to an early grave–
The merchants of Bruge
Called away to war
Locked in memory
Behind ten Berghe’s door
Just saw your Belgian poem-It’s a chilling thought as we travel, isn’t it? Real people with real lives died in wars (and are doing so right now!) So much evidence of that at every turn in Europe, though.