We begin with firm feeton hard pink granite – French and resistant
to hooves and to dung in days when this square
was a bedlam of selling
and the heavy moaning of beasts.
Graven names on the war memorial
Up the hill by the castle walls
fossils like seeds are pitted in slabs
of ancient Purbeck stone.
We crouch down, try and study them,
get looks from passers by.
Maltravers Street is solid in flint
but sandstone pillars are weathered,
Below the level of the streeta spooky passage leads to the cells.
Candlelit tours and mystery nights
tell of Victorian ghosts.
High above tall windows
stare out in heritage pride.