Poem 121 – The Citadel of Kastell-Holmen

My boat is passing the island,
The island of Kastell-Holmen,
Not pausing as it rushes by the grass-clad peak.
Above me stands the citadel,
Perhaps within a warning bell,
Or else perhaps ’tis empty.
Alas, time is fleeting, my boat moves on,
Past the Citadel of Kastell-Holmen.


Dear readers,

Should you ever go to Stockholm, might I recommend that you take a boat trip in the harbour? You will not be disappointed, should you have similar tastes to myself.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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