Photography: The Ruins of Berry Pomeroy Castle

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It was a cloudy, rainy miserable day when me and my friend decided to go for a motorcycle journey. It had been years since I’ve been to this place. Whenever you mention the name Berry Pomeroy to a native in Torbay they’ll always tell you of ghosts that walk the ramparts. Lords and ladies that were murdered, Patrolling soldiers and everyday working men and women all spotted throughout the day and night by visitors and tourists.

I for one found the Ruins of Berry Pomeroy stunning, in an old gothic way. I attempted to catch the beauty of the castle itself and the nature surrounding it. There is a pathway leading to a moat nearby, bustling with nature. Bird calls that were completely unfamiliar to me sounding like car alarms.

I hope you’ve enjoyed these pictures.

If you’re interested in the history of Berry Pomeroy Castle check out this link from English Heritage:

http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/berry-pomeroy-castle/history/

If you’re more interested in ghost stories:

http://totallyhaunted.co.uk/berry-pomeroy-castle.php

http://www.hiddenrealms.org.uk/berrypomeroy.html

Peace of mind – Part 1

I sit here in a room

Well I think it’s a room

I’ve walked from side to side

From what I could feel:

Four walls

Four corners

 

It’s so dark in here

The only way I can see

Is during the day

When they open the window

Letting the sun shine through

When they shut it

I can’t tell whether my eyes are open or not

Am I sleeping or am I awake?

Standing or sitting?

 

The window is shut

I reach inside of myself

I search the lights of my soul

They’re dim

But brighter as I move closer

They line up along rails

On a pier

leading to the centre of the sea

I follow them

 

Reaching the end of the pier

I look down

There’s a long drop below

Into a whirpool

A vortex of black and white

 

I see others jumping from their piers

Sucked into the waters below

They seem to know what they’re doing

I jump

 

And follow

 

 

Too many doors

 

I walk down a hallway

There’s so many doors to choose from

So many rooms, so many options

I had them

I almost had one

A single room

Planned

Foiled

I move on to the next door

I’ve found it

This is the room I’ve been looking for

I leave, disatisfied

Too many doors

I leave the building

Through the exit

Where there is air

 

 

The village surrounded by mist

Faces that aren’t faces

Hollow people

They walk the same route

Every day

The birds

The same shrill calls

The beasts

Wander the same path

through the undergrowth

A mist surrounds this place

I’ve walked out of it

A thousand times

Only to be welcomed back

By lifeless smiles

Devoid of emotion

Some days

I find myself

Walking the same route

Drifting, comforming

With this village

Emptiness echoes

Throughout my hollowing mind

I smile

 

 

 

The ocean

I dance and swirl around

As I am dictated

By the waves

Of this ocean

I watch my arms

Uselessly sway about

My hips

Awkwardly turn round and round

my legs

At least standing

Floating

I’m in a daze

The music keeps playing

Even if I’m not there

I’m still dancing

To the waves

Of this ocean

 

 

 

In the static

The distortion

It rings in my ears

Destroying their drums

With a steady tone

It delves deeper

down into the tunnels

Liberating every fibre

it can reach

Of my innermost self

My veins, burst

My body, ruptured

I vomit from my core

In absolute euphoria

Until there’s nothing left

All colour, stripped

All memories, faded

Dreams, white

A single tone rings out

There is beauty

In the Distortion

 

 

Our scream

I scream

I scream so hard

Until that scream materialises

I can see it

Much like myself

But not

A body of pure frustration

It cries

It smashes it’s head

Into the wall

It shouts mean things

It feels sorry for me

It hates me

It wants me to be happy

Crying, curled up on the floor

Like a baby

It fades into shadow

I stop screaming

 

 

A screen

Frozen I sit

Staring at a screen

Time escapes

running out the window

I follow it with my eyes

We fly together

In the sky

We sit on a cloud

Watching me

Staring at a screen

Slowly dying

 

 

Time

Moving forward

One foot in front of the other

slowly decaying, my feet rot

My cells, they leave me

one by one

Yet I still walk

I watch them go

They mingle with the dust

They ascend to the stars

They set up homes in the sea

They ride on fishes

They fly with the birds

I’m crawling on my knees

There’s not much left

Of what I call me

It’s all up and left

My body

sinks into the ground like sand

Given and taken back