Court Green Home
“It is the ancient
house of Sir and
Lady Arundel”
—Aurelia Plath,
Letters Home
Lady Arundel was there—
To show Ted and me around
The main house had nine rooms—
A wine cellar and small attic
A great lawn in front leading—
From a wall nine feet high
All one can see from the road—
Is a mysterious thatched roof
There’s a cobblestone court—
A garage once a stable
A cottage with two small rooms—
Once used as the servant’s quarters
There are three acres of land—
All walled in for privacy’s sake
An apple orchard, cheery trees—
Blackberry & raspberry bushes
The land backs onto the church—
An eleventh century gloomy wreck
The graveyard is full of old tombstones—
A Norman spire looms over the dead
Elms with their spidery fingers in the sky—
Tall thick Yews with thick roots down deep
The nearby village is clogged with traffic—
Up and down Market and Exeter Streets
Beyond that is the lush Devon countryside—
And beyond that the beaches are waiting
The climate is mild but rainy, of course—
Sometimes the sun peaks through clouds
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